Lightning Strikes the Coolest Clear
When lightning strikes the coolest clear
you can see me standing
in my own skin,
not playing with the sky
to get a different song or dance.
Still, Darkness places his fingers inside me,
encourages me to write,
to respond as if my name is without
life's second chance.
I think of asking why
my eyes relentlessly search
for lost time
through a window
I should have forgotten
before my eyes
even took it in.
Instead, I leave the view
to face itself
swim into the ocean
I call Serenity,
softly sing my song of peace
once again.
you can see me standing
in my own skin,
not playing with the sky
to get a different song or dance.
Still, Darkness places his fingers inside me,
encourages me to write,
to respond as if my name is without
life's second chance.
I think of asking why
my eyes relentlessly search
for lost time
through a window
I should have forgotten
before my eyes
even took it in.
Instead, I leave the view
to face itself
swim into the ocean
I call Serenity,
softly sing my song of peace
once again.
swim into the ocean I call serenity - what a wonderful sensation that creates inside. I love this!
ReplyDelete...beaitiful Neva
ReplyDeletehow many play with that sky to get a new song or dance...smiles...i like your peace with in what you have been given....smiles.
ReplyDeleteNeva, I enjoyed reading this one. It made be feel all sharp and ready to take on anything
ReplyDeleteSad but beautiful.
ReplyDeleteCaptivating. Hypnotic. Are you putting us under a spell with these poems?
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