by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Late night storm clouds
swelling and rumbling overhead,
jangling saturated windows
and flashing curtains aglow
with roars that squeeze a gasp
from my thumping heart.I survive the formidable,
the light in the sky.
Early morning searing rays
crack the thinning mist
and expose the cloaked trees at the pasture’s edge
for that fierce ball of heat
burns a trail aloft in the deep blue
to reign over the human structures
and thirsting beasts and twisted roots.
I endure the commanding light in the sky.
At the day’s end is twilight’s birth,
a chorus of nocturnal creatures chanting for resurrection
of the moon from beyond the darkening atmosphere.
Their chants invoke fullness and silvery
to bring the tides in high,
to cause passions to peak without self-control,
to spawn lovers anew and reminiscing.
I marvel at the potent light in the sky.
When darkness falls upon all the souls
who live below the firmament,
who grapple with magnetism of rotation space,
distant shimmers and twinkles shine as one,
slowly exiling Luna below the horizon
in the heavenly panoply of our ancestors’ conflict s and loves
to show the path for my prevailing hope and tomorrow dreams.
I struggle to pursue the influential light in the sky.
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