Pleasure in Lightening Bolts

September 26, 2016

The celestial orb cowers behind thick cumulonimbus thunderheads,
as the stiff,
blackened world outside my window sill roars,
amongst the calm is birthed the depths of a bass,
bellowing from the window ledge.

Ominous figures and faces morph with a glower,
silhouettes of clouds ignite in thick branches that illuminate their hedges,
it is close to midnight and I let the sheets envelop me in this bed.

A light trickle emerges within this foreshadowing,
serendipity awaits in a mere five minutes,
may the nocturne hinder confrontations with dreadful dreams.

As my consciousness lifts like disbanded, glowing sprites,
the curse of somnolence is thus revoked with the narcotic sleep-inducing storm,
while I rest lightening collides with clouds sending ricochets.

Thunder might petrify young infants weary of night,
yet I feel at ease,
tranquility befriending me,
so I sleep until dawn when the storm deteriorates.

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