Tears of Thankfulness

Tears Of Thankfulness


The lake rose to our feet as if we were noble,
Teasing the toes,
Like fields of cotton rose.
Displaying pride in being so wintry.
The frigid stream of lifeless liquid moved slow towards our withered legs,
Lightning.
Trembling every nerve existing,
Probing the layers for weakness,
In response to the lakes aggression comes the wind,
Enclosing each breath to its owner,
Lightning.
Peril thunder,
Warning of strength and guidance,
Pulling us until we are adjoining,
Stiffening the muscles of our lives.
Lightning.
Contact of vision connects the souls,
Becoming one amongst the rain,
Feeling the turmoil of the sky and lake,
Yelling our names in ill tones,
Yet so ripe,
Yes,
Light the sky with your lightning,
Seek to disrupt the eve,
We bring desire,
Passion fills our cups and leaves us full,
Thought only existing in reality,
But fantasy is untouched,
Dreams our un touched,
Bring to life my fantasy,
Kneel to the forcefulness of rock.
Lightning.
Louder if you dare to join,
All is welcome to see the vision,
The dream,
The passion,
The will to survive unasked questions.
With out words we send our messages,
We are, are own escorts.
Only to awake to the beauty of her potent movement,
And my smiles of constant enjoyment.