In the distance
A clap of thunder rolls upon the night
illuminating the flash of light
crawls out from the underbelly of cloud
races across the dark domain
And frizzles away.
Nights like these
seem to hold me more tight
The soft gentle rain falls
across the lamp lite street
reflecting like tiny stars
Out upon the road.
I seem locked to the radiance of the moment
trapped between what my eyes see
and the mind configures out and through
the imagery that echo's within,
Plays upon plays run their course
And I day dream the moments whim.
I've come to love these moments of solitude
That somehow focuses deeper the inner me.
I become resolved to my being, a little harmony of space
That infatuates, lowers my guard and holds me in awe.
A place of radiance, forbearance
Where the thunder seems to touch my soul.
It is here that I feel most alive
that the reality of the moment springs from their eternal roots
Those elements that drive and hold existence to,
strains the moment, then in floods releases my heart
to feel the grandeur, the solace of space and time
Till vacuumed upon itself, I find I am gone.