10 may 2011 > Wheel of Fortune Again, my little dog took his terrified, quivering, radical panting, body and buried it as close to mine as is canine possible. Thunderstorms, shake his world. My love for thunder and lightning has lost its thrill for this reason. I want it back.. In Want of Thunder and Light
I want back the buzz, The ecstatic pleasure Of the crack and boom Of the black sky with The jagged slash of light That brings the darkness to it’s knees. I want back the creative force Of nature’s tempest The line of dark grey That rides emotion over the land Hold the riotous giving of herself In uninhibited bolts of light I want back the rapturous fill Of thunder that rumbles Around and through me, Waiting for the grey Slice of rage to reel to my beach Crack me open See me naked Pour the torrent all over me I want back the storm The passion, the break in the Darkness, the serrated stab Of light that shows me a path less Traveled, Shows me darkness needs light Shows me the light needs her night Shows me that when the storm find completion drenched in possibilities peace resides .