Friday, February 6, 2015

A THURSDAY NIGHT MUSING

There is a buzz in the air tonight, the winds are agitated
The trees are heaving sighs like waves crashing on a beach
The surface of the pool is dancing like the membrane of a drum
The wind chimes are playing a dark piano piece
In anticipation of something near, something imminent

At present, there is a whisper
And everything is dead
The trees are statues, wind chimes are still
and there is not a ripple on the water
A peaceful calm has washed over me

Where is it? Has it already left?
Aren't we all waiting for a storm that never comes?
Isn't tonight a lot like life?

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