tha16thletter
May 10th, 2003, 12:03 PM
Shards of light
reflect bright high in the sky,
air seared, scorched by bolts,
birds broken from flight,
clouds darken, soaked deep with God’s depressive ink
painted this dismal picture for my own contemplation
I think-
abrupt cries ring
loud like lions roaring strong through lungs
with powers of a muezzin
that’s calling for kings
it seems to me that,
rain dances intimately
between me and the ground
I dance too, while it lulls me to sleep
with it’s peaceful, sensual, serene sounds,
I dream now, I fiend now
for that person to share my watch
there for my journey
tangled in my arms
intricately, like parts to a watch-
Startled again by the gunshot fire
way up in the stratosphere
or higher
feels like a warfare far in the Heavens
and I’m glad I’m here,
so
for now
I lay here
enjoying my fireworks
display
the grey, the white, the black
not many colors
but hey
it works,
there’s something surreal about this,
mystifying as eternal bliss
as gripping as an ethereal kiss-
the thud of the rain brings me back,
it’s parallel to pain
so how could I just feign
and maintain my sanity
the power of God models itself
in all its vanity
commanding me,
to take notice-
very demanding of me,
the shimmy of the wind chime
makes this time even more sublime
and just a few seconds later
the sun shines...
Awe struck I stand,
change can come so fast
so grasp these moments forever-
while they last.
reflect bright high in the sky,
air seared, scorched by bolts,
birds broken from flight,
clouds darken, soaked deep with God’s depressive ink
painted this dismal picture for my own contemplation
I think-
abrupt cries ring
loud like lions roaring strong through lungs
with powers of a muezzin
that’s calling for kings
it seems to me that,
rain dances intimately
between me and the ground
I dance too, while it lulls me to sleep
with it’s peaceful, sensual, serene sounds,
I dream now, I fiend now
for that person to share my watch
there for my journey
tangled in my arms
intricately, like parts to a watch-
Startled again by the gunshot fire
way up in the stratosphere
or higher
feels like a warfare far in the Heavens
and I’m glad I’m here,
so
for now
I lay here
enjoying my fireworks
display
the grey, the white, the black
not many colors
but hey
it works,
there’s something surreal about this,
mystifying as eternal bliss
as gripping as an ethereal kiss-
the thud of the rain brings me back,
it’s parallel to pain
so how could I just feign
and maintain my sanity
the power of God models itself
in all its vanity
commanding me,
to take notice-
very demanding of me,
the shimmy of the wind chime
makes this time even more sublime
and just a few seconds later
the sun shines...
Awe struck I stand,
change can come so fast
so grasp these moments forever-
while they last.