Chain lightning rolls like dreams
through the dead of night,
on and on it goes
far out of sight -
The sky so dread
only the thunder is heard,
everyone down here afraid
to speak a whispering word -
No one knows
should they cry, should they laugh...
the end, surely is coming
at long last -
But, is it truly the end, or
simply the start?
Listen. The thunder coincides with
the beats of your heart!
Nice little poem that captures a thunderstorm. Always good to read your work Smoky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a excellent poem... I love lightning and thunder, as it makes us all wonder... Is it the beginning or the end, here is my thought I now send. Great poem, Smoky, thanks for sharing!