In darkness I see
In silence I hear
Naked, in burning sunlight I’m invisible
Through chaos and shouting mobs my silent thoughts are heard
WHY?
What is real? Tangible? Pliable?
Reality strewn from infinite vantage points
Words – distractions
Light – poison
Touch, feel . . . only wishes, not reality
Reality – comedy
Senses – overdrawn
Distance – tragedy
Jealousy – imaginary
Imagination – wishful thoughts
Life . . .
Rain cleanses heart and spirit from the smog
Lightning lends energy, strength, and warmth
Thunder drives the evil close, and I confront it face to face
Forever waiting on thunderstorms . . .
