Rolling of THunder

Rolling of Thunder Rolling of thunder in dark midnight skies Was drawing the slumber from dream laden eyes My head softly nesting in pillow of down Was tossing from force of  the rumbling sound A spear thrown from heaven crashed into the trees A bolt from electric skies jolting the eaves Too close was this javelin gleaming in white Disturbing my soul in the dark of the night Wearily waking from needed repose To God’s loud percussions I slowly arose Another bright spear and a splintering clap Sent trembling chills through the bones in my back Curious to witness this show that God staged And to know who was target of Thor’s mighty rage I looked toward the window, in slow cautious fear That another great arrow of light would appear But instead, all had calmed, not a rain cloud in sight A peculiar rehearsal for storms of the night Then why such disturbance and piercing white beams To waken one tenderly wrapped in her dreams? The silvery moon, an illumined white globe Cast a blanket of white on my bed and my robe Awake now , I turned as I lifted my eyes To the glitter of stars in the clear crystal skies Bewildered and quivering, and still under wraps Of a dream of desire that had quickly collapsed The past spread before me on silk sheet of white Cast by the moon on that strange stormless night Was it truly a storm that had shaken my bed? Or thunder of conscience that swirls in my head And electrical jolt to remember the strife That has passed  through the violent storms of my life I believe it’s a phantom that trembles somehow In hours of calm that remorse won’t allow It’s a demon of slumber that planted some seeds In the wells of my conscience for long ago deeds And now the unsettling spears of regret Still haunt for a deed I can never forget Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 12:31 PM PST   0 • 1