The Storm

The night is dark,
The storm deep
Into the forest
Lighting a path
To heaven.

The tambourines play,
Continuously banging,
Echoing through the thickness
Of here
And there.

Shadows play
Peek a boo
Showing the movement
Of the dance,
And the rhythm
In nature
Reflecting memories of
Long ago.

I watch,
In full voyeurism,
Across the lake
Counting
The distance
Of space and time –

Through the wind,
The sound,
The rain,
And us
In another life.

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