The clouds
prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence
Bruised and sullen stormclouds
Have the light of day obscured
Looming low and ominous
In twilight premature
Thunderheads are rumbling
In a distant overture
All at once,
The clouds are parted
Light streams down
In bright unbroken beams
Follow men’s eyes
As they look to the skies
The shifting shafts of shining
Weave the fabric of their dreams...
|
|
|