The Storm

The night is dark,
The storm deep
Into the forest
Lighting a path
To heaven.

The tambourines play,
Continuously banging,
Echoing through the thickness
Of here
And there.

Shadows play
Peek a boo
Showing the movement
Of the dance,
And the rhythm
In nature
Reflecting memories of
Long ago.

I watch,
In full voyeurism,
Across the lake
The distance
Of space and time —

Through the wind,
The sound,
The rain,
And us
In another life.


About momentswithmillie

I write from the inspiration of the Divine in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Western North Carolina. It's hard not to be inspired by nature and her beauty. It's impossible not to notice the love that's right in front of us each day. I write because I must. It has become a direct channel from Spirit. I thank you for stopping by and joining me in these words.
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2 Responses to The Storm

  1. cloudfactor5 says:

    Great photo and poem !

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