Thunder
You speak to me.
In your low rumbling voice,
lighting the darkness
with the spark of a million fireflies.
You call to me,
coughing each exclamation
like eons of Sirens' songs
filled with the ash of a thousand volcanoes.
You sing to me.
In your sweet cooling breath
your ancient desires
thrilling me, filling me with my need to explore you.
You cry to me,
come, you beckon,
winking at me with your distant eyes,
filled with visions of hope for eternity.
You run from me
in an instant you are gone,
no farewell, no so long,
leaving your burning brilliance blinding my sight.
You have left me
alone in the dark
cold and lost and empty
awaiting your return, forever waiting.
09/20/16
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
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