Beside the lake of my soul, I stand

[Explore Front Page - November 26th, 2010 -- Thanks for all your comments and favs!]

 

 

Watching…

Waiting…

Anticipating…

 

The wind cuts and rain slashes,

Lightning blinds and thunder crashes.

 

Dark is the night, with a soft red glow,

Until jagged lines of light, make clouds a rainbow.

 

Raindrops fall from the sky like knives,

Tearing flesh and exposing lies.

 

The wind cries for those without tears,

Lamenting the lost fountain of years.

 

By the lake of my soul, I stand in fright,

But my spirit soars with the beauty of the night.

 

We scream in silence dreading the end.

 

Watching…

Waiting…

Anticipating…

 

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It might not be great poetry, but it's mine.

I'm not a poet, and don't I know it.

Heck, I'm just an Engineer, and a serious amateur photographer. ;-)

 

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Details: Revisited some of my lightning photos from back in August

that were taken at Lucky Peak Reservoir just a few miles from my home.

The red glow on the horizon is from the light pollution of Boise.

Done