A summer drifts by on warm charged airswings sit silent as storms gather round
rumbling by like caravans on the wide screen
black-caped gypsies volley boulders across the sky
the premier begins
peace is not in this script
not yet
till the calm after the storm
seals this kiss
What is it with these storms that follow me home from Sister's Garden...GEESH!!!
Tempests...Hey, it's Shadow Shot time, it's Friday evening, 11ish and I'm enjoying my favorite time of day, listening to soft music, writing down thoughts, as a thunderstorm again rumbles outside my
quiet rooms, silent night disturbed, yet not...
if you listen and see the sad faces in the clouds...
