The Rumble

The proliferation of the intonation

Wrens sounding off

The dew collecting on their chests

The darkness swallowing the reverberations

Dispelling the noise to the mountain tops

Where the hawks circle

The gate keepers to heaven’s doors

A bolt of lightning pierced her heart

Stamping her with an impression

Crushing her into a million parts

She screamed for redemption

While the rumble from the thunder

Shuddered her limbs spilling chills

Into the valley of blunders

with euphoric, orgasmic shrills.

She lifted herself from the floor.

Light peaked from beyond the door.

In a trance caused by circumstance

She slipped through

The tiny opening without

A second glance.

The light began to fade

She stood alone in a daze.

Running back---the door slammed

All her memories began to fade.

Left with a deep yearning

In the pit of her heart,

She turned once more

Searching for the lightening

Beyond the door!

After daybreak

the earth continued to shake

It was too late, why did she not see this before?

With a deep sigh and a long cry

She ran away once more…

Down towards the meadows

Where freedom roams and the soft

Moans made her feel alone but

Free from the confines of

Of the racing vines consuming

her mortal mind.

Like a Sunday afternoon,

When the still of the day

leads you astray.

She fell to the floor

Below the tall blades of

Grass and melted

Into the earth embracing

her freedom from time

that passed. -st