Inside The Thunder

Inside the Thunder

 

In the quiet

Of the night

I sit and wonder

 

The steel strings

Of my guitar

Inside the thunder

 

Your graceful ghost

Dances softly

Across the hard wood

 

I can smell you

In the night rain

The memory is good

 

In the quiet

Of the night

I sit and wonder

 

The steel strings

Of my guitar

Inside the thunder

 

Are you happy?

Are you smiling?

Are you sleeping?

 

Are you wanting?

Are you needing?

Are you dreaming?

 

In the quiet

Of the night

I sit and wonder

 

The steel strings

Of my guitar

Inside the thunder

 

In the quiet

Of the night

I sit and wonder

 

In the flash

Of the lightning

I watch you dancing...

 

 At night, in storms, the veil that separates us from the eternal is gossamer thin. 

 

Music is a bridge to the eternal.

 

Sometimes, in the night, in storms, time and space fall away and we reach out and touch each other. 

 

Ghosts.

 

The spirits of those we have loved and those we will love.

 

Sometimes, they dance. 

Tags: Poetry, Thunder, Ghosts, Guitar, Love