Wings of the Storm - Ten

Light in the sky cuts a

Deep laceration

Into the night like a blade of a knife

Look to the black clouds

In anticipation

Wait for the thunder to roar into life

A sacred liaison, a sky of abrasion

The brooding clouds roll

And echo their pain

Lighting’s impatience

A claw-like invasion

Stabs at the sky as it beckons the rain

Rise on the wings of a storm

Glide on the wings to the clarion call

Climb on the wings of the storm

Electric blue thunderstruck

Crash into battle

The warhorses calling

Deafering roars in electric blue light

There watching over

Descending and falling

The retinal core of the eye in the sky

Nothing is nature defies the creator

Now can the thunder-heads

Rumble be tamed

Vital, untarnished

Cannot be harnessed

Cannot be measured

Be captured or chained

Rise on the wings of a storm

Glide on the wings to the clarion call

Climb on the wings of the storm

Electric blue thunderstruck