I taste it in the somber rain
You mark only your disdain
For wicked power humble
Only when ghosts remain
I hear it in the thunder's cry
Against the lightning's whip on sky
Never moving, ever shifting,
Always screaming, "Why? "
I smell it in the anxious air
Surrounding loyal aimless prayers
Whispers fly to your whole heart
Held up by threads of countless tears
I see it in the pride of fire
As it soars so greedily higher
Radiance is a wide thing of it
Though in it's selfish core can be found no liar
I feel it in the sodden earth
The reminding pulse of All's rebirth
Growing, weaving, back to calm
The bitter sweetness of eternal mirth
I know it in the faith of things
Who makes this night a gift to truth?
Just whose ancient love gives us wings?
I speak with Spirit and All: I believe it's you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another fantastic poem....very nicely done!