Trembling bones. Arrested jaw.
Like bolt advised to keep affixed
Utter silence as I gape across the starry ceiling
Thunder crawling closer.
And I, a child,
Abashed in her bosom, dizzy--
under opal sheets of serenity
Against the pane, the bough raps incessantly
A talon scraping at my spine
Amid dissonance, her eyes a soothing refuge
Sails in squalls unwavered.
Then as abrupt as lightning struck
Piece of mine and mind
Acquiesce and into sleep
I slip beyond remorse.