The Lightning Bolt
A spark,
The first beat of a new formed heart,
The Start -
A new journey begins.
And although the destination is always home,
Exactly where it started,
She understands that what is really important
Is what the journey has imparted.
So, She packs up the old car with just enough,
What She really needs lies just off the road ahead:
In each warm meal she's fed,
Each new path she treads,
Each warm bed,
With pleasant company.
She lets Her mind adjust to thinking free,
Opens it to a thousand new born possibilities,
Conceived somewhere between the highest mountain
To where the land is caressed by sea,
Where She
Is ready to jump in.
She stops, first, at a highland lake,
Sits at the waters edge watching purpling clouds
Gathering in the reflection of the water,
Hugging Her knees tight.
The hair on Her arms begins to stand up,
Her grip on Herself crescendos,
Adrenaline forces Her to feel Her heart,
Just as the storm is about to start.
The electric light,
Blue, Purple and Hot White,
The water bouncing Light,
So bright,
It stole Her breath.
Then it rippled it toward Her in a rumble;
It grew, now roaring,
She tucked Her face into Her knees
And felt Her breath tugging at the trees.
She caught it there, with Her frantic heart,
And forced Her eyes to take a glance,
To behold this violent beauty, this was Her chance,
So, abandoning all Her fear,
She began to dance.
The rain fell hard
And each of Her senses became flooded:
The taste of fresh rain & sweat,
The clothes now clinging to Her skin.
It evaporated all regret
As She listened to the world sing.
She lost Herself at that lonesome lake,
Taken off with the storm and lightning
But the thought only made Her smile,
It wasn't frighting.
Whatever moved Her muscles now
Carried Her to the car, dripping, sodden.
She turned the key in the ignition
And on the radio came something She'd forgotten.
The melody clung to Her like Her clothes,
It drew memories that washed over Her,
Like the rain moments before,
She quickly turned off the ignition
But the key couldn't close that door,
Swung open by the vibrations -
She came back to Herself like a hard-felt revelation.
She smiled then and collapsed on the steering wheel,
In awe of the indulgent moment,
Knowing what it was, in one way,
To be taken apart, all those components,
Scattered in the storm,
Only to be reborn.
As the clouds passed that day,
Summer arrived,
Blooming flowers in the meadows
And along the roadside.
She tried to push on,
But Summer was insistent,
It told Her, take it easy,
It's seductive tone not easily resisted.
And Thus Her journey changed it's course,
Bending, as things do, to even the gentlest force
Like a leaf in a summer's breeze;
She could feel life begin to tickle and tease
And on, And please...
Written for a friend, a beautiful soul and a dreamer..
