peaceful storm

The darkened sky breaks

And light pours through.

Black clouds roll until

smoothed by the gentle breeze.

The storm, now distant, leaves

behind an other-worldly hue.

Not day not night

Not torrent not sprinkle

Not sun not dark-

A brown-gray peaceful still and quiet sky

Brought by the storm, yet hiding it.

The gentle caress, the curves of the cloud,

Lead silently into a cool light,

Envelop every part of me in their warmth.

The light touches my hair, my arms, my back.

I suffocate in its plenitude.

I don't want to leave. I want to

Bathe in the light, drink it, touch it,

Feel its silken refreshing touch.

I reach for the light, and I dance,

Lightly.

The four winds lift me in my dance and

Lay me down to rest.

And I float endlessly, wishing this were

Eternity.

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