Like a rainbow in tormented skies, the wind ever swirling.
Angry clouds gather overhead, thunder crashing, lightning flashing.
Like angry, ancient pagan gods, dancing in a moonlit, stary sky.
What is it they seek?
Love?
Hope?
Happiness?
Hearts scorned and angry?
What is it the skies are saying?
I step out and smell the acrid, burnt electricity, hair whipping in my face and breathe deeply and wonder.
And watch the lightning play against the distant, lonely hills.
My heartbeat responding to the booming thunder.
I feel small but hear nature calling.
I feel her pull and wonder.
The skies open up and its suddenly a downpour, the cool rain pelting my skin and I shiver.
What are you saying?
I stretch my arms out wide and breathe the storm in deeply.
Lightning cracks overhead.
What is it you seek?
Perhaps I'll never know, but I have this much...
And it's wonderful.
First Snow
I wait in silence for the morning, feel me shudder, breathing in.
My heartbeat quickens past the first bright rays of distance.
To the hope I still see waiting, just beyond the pale horizon.
Feel the rain and hear her thunder, dancing, spinning, forever twisting.
Falling, crashing into darkness.
I can see your face before me,
Feel your heart beat with mine in rhythm, to the music of the dawning.
See me flying, feel me dreaming, reach out, far above the stars.
In the near and far, I wander, lost amidst my blissful ponderings.
Hold my hand, I hate the darkness.
Draw me backward to the hope of brighter visions.
Let me drift in new daylight.
Echoes from the canyon walls of raindrops on the river.
Resonance of rocks bouncing off rocks
Layered shadows of trees traced on trees.
I sit still. Very small in time.
River spirit sings while she moves mountains.
Forever spins on her axis shedding bits of eternity, picking up bits of time.
Letting go of self, Awakening to the mind.
