Last night I dreamed of a peaceful storm
Heavy clouds of salted emotion gathering
A battle cry of silent signals resonating
A sky burst so beautiful, so bright
No sound accompanied its hushed finale
Just Technicolor rushes of space
over an oceans monolithic Henge
Aged rocks with depths of emotion entwined in
a calm aqueous swirl, belying the chaos above
Errant lightning stabs and taunts
as if to wake the slumbering water
from its ancient stubborn trance
The waves remain soft and still against it,
Silently willing the heavenly torrent back to sleep
This astral spectacular, the war of my soul
Which victory shall we celebrate this night?
~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008
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