Ms nature is laughing
Queen of the party
Strobe lights flashing
Like the glint of eyes
From a mad man.
Thunderous applause fills
Rooms of darkness
Three a.m and the skies are alive
Flashing strobes blinding
This dance of wee morning hours
And we are invited to the show
Unexpectedly as the wind blows
Like the screech of the banshee
Whipping shades
Slashing rain
And little dog moves closer
Seemingly afraid
Of the electric sky boogie.
Leisurely I lay watching
As the life of white smothers the atmosphere
Flashing never-ending
And the dance of rising
Cannot be set aside
And I move through halls
Hands touching walls
Eyes adjust to the inner darkness
Of places untouched
By the party at hand
As coffee scents the air
I stand out under the porch
And watch the morning concert.
Thoughts on waking during a non-stop lightning and thunder-storm. What a beautiful spectacle at the middle of night point when I should have been sleeping, instead I stand out to bear witness to this spectacular light show.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 