June 30, 2018 by phicks2012
Thunder & Lightning
He waits in anger that does not abate,
Nor fade no matter what the day may bring
To foster cheer, and I for rages wait.
From tempest’s blast I huddle cowering.
A distant roll, and eyes are open wide,
For fear the storm approaches once again
With mindless fury souls cannot abide.
I fear approaching chimeras of pain.
The lightning strikes; a bolt of seering rage.
Each storm comes closer, sweeping peace away.
He comes as though he had a war to wage
While I must either fight, or run away.
And in my dreams I slip away from here
To quiet rills far from impending harm,
Yet under my own roof I should not fear
The raging storm, but should be safe and warm.
And thus I seek to shout the storm away
To rumble elsewhere, dark and hovering,
In some far place where dreams hold it at bay,
The thunder and the lightning following.
[02 June, 2018]