Thunder rolled, echo reigned
clouds beamed, rain fall
the sky cream, cozy beneath
lost in vast aloneness
the lightening, sharp piercing
and strong, flickered
over my head, a bird flew
my nerves so tensed
but, this resistance, this neglect
stopped my hear of motion
stopped my fingers of tenderness
what was to be some sort of rhapsody
is almost...
this is now the hour
the resistance is a motion
that means clumsy fate
which will be in the not-too distance time
prepare your heart for something strange
something unheard of
something that can snuff your life out
just like the thunder
this looks.. almost the same
do not be deceived by a clear blue sky
behind it theirs lighting and thunder
