Cumulonimbus Ride

Cumulonimbus Ride

There is curiosity in the air,
Stoked no doubt by large thunder everywhere,
A symphonic coincidence perhaps,
Or two linking fronts where such peace en-wraps,
The trepidation past with a future bright,
Stirring the Soul in harmonious flight,
She has sounded, He has spoken, we harp,-
Back to a place of solace looking sharp,
In Nature's image this outline of truth,
Remaining companion from our youth.

The storm with hasty re-tread, passed our way,
Spellbinding illusionist casting sway,
With quickfire lay blessed restitute noon,
No more after's - we begin to attune,
Fresh faced sky cleansed pure to attract beauty,
Her domicile settles a heart's duty,
Paid in love where Heaven's opened before,
Tides turn emotions inside-out and more,
To the tender point caressed by the cloud,
Which departs stepped shores of our mind vowed.

There is now generosity reigning,
Assured supreme, finest art She's painting,
The ride possessed free-spirited array,
Floating parades of love's pageant display,
Tingling meadow grasses reignite sense,-
A pleasure field of Elysium whence,
The brightest hour is yet to furnish,
Hope's fulgent art homing with such a wish,
For adventurous return still unknown,
She leaves, One and Only, never alone.


08 July, 2014
©Daniel Brooks-Laurent

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