Awoke from the thunder and lightning close to the earth, my home,
Pilots say an electric storm, navigators know how difficult it is to fly through,
Powerful rumbling of windows, in my head, controlling sky and space,
Heart racing, looking out the window between the bars, I see the flashes,
Fingers of light scratching across the night’s field of towers revealed from dark escape,
Lighting up what could not be seen, that now is visible in a beautiful display,
Of emotional battery of lashes, looking back to the bed I see asleep,
Where one storm passes showing flashes of another that takes rest,
Back to the sky of natural passion, in fear I see beauty,
In moments of time, short, powerful, blazing whips, I become electrified,
Awaiting peace to break in the dawn, a continuance of moments now.
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