My room is dark
Save two flickering candles
To show the way
I sit outside my door
In the oppressive heat
of a mid summers night.
All around pitch black
Not a light to be seen
Then a blinding dazzling shard of silver
Assaults my eyes
And a thunderous crash
Shakes me to my very soul.
I look toward the ocean
Nothing I see until once again
the heavens illuminate the scene.
The sea millpond calm
Glistens for a second
Then once again is gone
Without warning
A torrent of rain
Comes crashing from the sky
Roaring , hissing, bouncing high
Like so many bejewelled coronets
In the lightning’s glare
The smell, that sound
The power, that majesty
Lasts but for a short while
Then is gone
Wednesday
Monday
birth
His birth was long
his life but a brief moment in time
The act of a cruel God
or was it meant to be?
Her tears of pain
became tears of utter despair
Did her God forsake her
or was it meant to be?
Wednesday
because
She was staring into space
focusing on nothing at all
I asked her why
She said because
Her eyes were filled with tears
Which trickled down her cheeks
I asked her why
She said because
Her brow was heavy with sadness
Her face etched with sorrow
I asked her why
She said because
She knew that I was leaving
She knew it broke my heart
She asked me why
I said because
Monday
Give me time to think
Don’t rush me I’m not ready
The answer's hard to find
Don’t crowd me, you must understand
I can’t make up my mind
I need some time to work it out
I need more time to think
I need to spend some time alone
I’m teetering on the brink
But now the time has come to chose
A choice I have to make
My mind’s made up, no going back
I think I’ll have a steak
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