The First Storm of Spring

He awakens from his winter slumber
as lightening flashes through the sky
then mighty thunder crashes deep
as eyes are drawn on high

to watch pure streaks of fire light the night

He knew not what to do or think
for he was standing now upon the brink
of all the possibilities
hidden in his own proclivities

The earth and sky pressed in on him
as the wind-whipped air became too thin
and breathing became strained
while the after-image stained

closed lids of eyes that find the light
too bright

He seeks again the numbness of the sleep
where hidden feelings flowing deep
are not allowed the light of day
but the lightening flashes stay

their image burned within his mind

while utter silence now descends
in this, the night that never seems to end

? Michaelette ?

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