Quiet Nights Poem by A B Faniki

My soul is almost drowning
in the flood of my
depression; wave after wave of

it rolls over my soul.
I was just about to
give up on life like

water spilled on the ground, that
can't be gathered again. Then
I felt your presence in

the breeze of the quiet
night, like a soft whisper
that calmed a wild horse.

Now every morning I long
for the quiet nights with
the gentle breeze and soft

whispers in the winds that
give my soul hope about life
and anchor it to earth.