Night Storm © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Chill air is as still as the black sea below,
where waves of dark purple shine, glitter and glow,
Each deep silent breath of the breeze is a sigh;
that trembles beneath a burgundy sky.

Not a sound breaks the hum of soft surf's sea song,
that croons with the night winds that blow along;
The calm of the night, suspiciously dark,
waits and anticipates the end with a spark.

In a flash of a moment, the air is rent,
with a wild and raw keening of anguished torment.
It's the wind that has taken terrible flight
to carry a message of a storm in the night...

Across the dark waters it flies to the beach
a wailing that ends with an echoing screech.
The waves are awakened and quiver and gnash
their silver white teeth that shiver and crash

on golden shores where palm trees are shaking
swaying and pitching, hurtling and breaking.
Black tempestuous waters, churn in turmoil,
beneath tidal swells that swirl to a boil.

The storm as it rages, turn the air to black dust
hissing and spitting as if in disgust.
The keening continues to rise to a scream
as in a dark and a desperate dream...

Night's angels pause in their swift holy flight,
'A wild storm is brewing on earth tonight...'