Lightning

Above the horizon at the edge of sky, a somber slate, on the wings of surging storm nimbus clouds stride. For the spent golden sun to go down they don’t wait, unleashed, in rampant rage they all well up and glide. The silent seamless sky is shaken, shattered asunder, peels of ebon pile descend in molten deluge of torrent. Opaque emptiness shuddered by the tearing thunder, burns in forked flicker for a fraction of time transient. Flash of lightning blazes in the cold lattice of azure fire, lazuli light leaves the lingering sound to languish behind, strikes me with deafening wave, rattling the layers of air, transfixed in the open by sudden flare I go almost blind. The sound sinks in the quietude of innate introspection, the sapphire light shimmers within my serene essence. The lilac lining of consuming clouds kindles my vision, my soul immerses in divine bliss at still depth of silence. ________________ May 9, 2022 For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest