Soul of the Storm

by DiDi Hendley - circa 2003-2004

Lightning flashes and thunder rolls
as heartbeats rise and fall.

In the soul of the storm, the words swirl by
to awaken the senses and sharpen the mind
as what once was...is no more,
and what shall come to pass...is beckoning from beyond the door.

I sit and watch from high above the clouds
as the darkness creeps in from the outskirts of town.
It sneaks across the streets and buildings
to lay its wet sheets down,
to summon stillness and silence.

But to some
awakenings occur
that stir and agitate
the vital fluid coursing through their veins
as if to say
now is when i strive to know
the existence of life
and live the
wicked thoughts of the untamed.