Singing in rain storms of life, recalling days of
happiness sublime, reliving times nearly forgotten
in cells of a mind.
Opening doors to enlightened horizons, reading
Storm clouds drifting across my mind's sight,
indelibly etching their patterns and formations
in my brain.
Headed east, but wanting to go west to frontiers of country-western
music, hot arid weather, deserts and their fastidious mountains,
coming home throughout the years, learning more on each escapade.
Journeying through an existence that is filled with innate
knowledge and wisdom, rising so often in perfect storms of
Wailing into the darkness, guitars taking my heart into waves
of interior storms where I continue to drift about on the surface,
alone and thoughtful.
Black clouds coming in fast across the sky, warning
us ahead of time that it will be raining and storming
Holding onto life as it gently and quietly falls away,
taking with it, the innate talent I was born with.
Languishing in the after-affects of an illness,
Going through love, having a euphoric effect on hearts
Death coming along and causing love to be lost in a
Showering life with an abundance of blessings, taking us
onto the surface of freshly created deserts.
Sand storms hit and fill earth with thick clouds of dust,
Rocking the cradle of bereavement in time with rhythms of
Taking babies into arms and cuddling with them on lonely
Strumming my heart softly,
letting me feel melodies docile touch
as I turn towards its emotional content,
knowing full well that it will hit me into storms of thought, recalling every second counted in all my tomorrows.
Fear latently hiding in storms of daily life -
afraid to look out and face itself.
Keeping close tabs on all activity, lest it
should escape - finding a way out of it's cocoon.
Crashing with tumultuous waves of inner storms,
riding out blustery winds, tossing me about.
Stormy seas tossing me about,
while watching skies turn blacker.
Feeling torrents of wind and rain
as they alight upon my head.
Storms of lightening and thunder fall upon me as I write of life events.
Booming into the atmosphere, letting me know that I'm still alive and wanting to be met in love.