Timed Lightning

I can hear the thunder rolling in the stillness of a night, I can see the lightning flashing its white fire burns me bright I reach to touch a strand to only feel my hand go numb, it starts to coil my arm and wraps around my thumb I can feel a gentle pulsing coursing through my soul, and suddenly the wind blows its my path to feeling whole as elements connect my body comes to life, with the earth underneath I take off my form to flight dipping to the ocean I play amongst the waves, flying up a cliff-side I’ve got adrenaline to save riding on a tempest that rips along a storm, sitting on a headland watching for the morn gusting through the bush the wattle sways with rhyme, now returning to the earth is my soul with time