as dusk rolled into night,
we watched a gray storm pour off the mesas
you spoke of life, death and what lies in between
I smelled the rain and watched the lightning dance off
every rock, revealing some sacred secret alchemy in their stony souls
a molten mix from ancient seas which yet today
makes a bargain with light brighter than our simple, dying sun
when your words faded into a sleepy slur, I walked
through the torrents of rain, not shivering
from the dreary drenched burden of the flesh
nor from the earthly winds, but from the vision
of my paw prints disappearing
before they were even made
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
as dusk rolled into night,
we watched a gray storm pour off the mesas
you spoke of life, death and what lies in between
I smelled the rain and watched the lightning dance off
every rock, revealing some sacred secret alchemy in their stony souls
a molten mix from ancient seas which yet today
makes a bargain with light brighter than our simple, dying sun
when your words faded into a sleepy slur, I walked
through the torrents of rain, not shivering
from the dreary drenched burden of the flesh
nor from the earthly winds, but from the vision
of my paw prints disappearing
before they were even made
(Inspired by a fierce lightning storm I had the privilege of seeing/feeling Saturday, July 19th, 2014, in the great American southwest--the only thing I have written in weeks)
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