Images Over the Glass Abode
Oh the evening it sends out a spell
With the rattling of my seashells
that hung over my door, chiming like a bell
With a distinct feeling it was going to pour
this was going to be an evening;
hard to ignore
Dark sapphire puffs in a mackerel sky
Mother nature’s refreshing spring surprise
An eerie low ceiling with a storm stirring its brew
Rushes of wind from out of nowhere that flew
Sailing over the glass greenhouse with a stormy breeze
Bowing and flexing the solitary trees
Rolls of thunder echo off the glass
Making music, sounding the brass
With the likeness of the sky mirrored in its image
Nature’s turmoil was lined up like a scrimmage
With the crashing and banging
Came a slight movement of my wall hangings
Streaks of lighting run like white veins
Across the angry heavens it began to rain
Ablaze into to the nighttime skies,
lighting up my window, opening my eyes
Oh the evening it sends a spell
From out of the window the glass shattered and fell
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