Lightning Crashes
LIGHTNING CRASHES
morning winds whip
blowing raindrops
hitting like small
stones… yellow grey
sky watching trees
thrashed in the wind
lightning veins ignite
skies with bone
rattling thunder
power blinking
on and off like
bad weather
who causes this lightning
flash from clouds that move
like places of force
gagging mouths with
windblown hair
tearing
voices of sea
blinding lights with
lives of the dead
extravagant like
torture
paths narrowed then
hallowed…
do you understand who
moves these clouds
with perfection and skill?
we cannot even look at
suns which shine so
brightly in the skies
golden pleasure comes from
the mountain of God
there is only one place
simmering with profuse
perfume
there…
snares efface
themselves
Zeros
shutting
on nothing
but
perfection
© Kim van Breda—27 October 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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