Lightning Strikes (Audio of me now included!) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

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And sometimes the inspiration comes from the very depths of the ocean of connection, and the purity in the truth of it…

“Lightning Strikes”

You score me like a lightning strike.
And I am dry, made of timber,
Set aflame by your burn,
As effortlessly as you would
Alight a strawberry candle.
Your voice is a majestic hum,
While mine feels more
A fading echo.
Tell me, my Thunder,
Do you feel this burn
Within your sweet rumble,
So pleasant and alive,
The same way that I do?

You are effervescent shades
Of burning orange, bright white,
And the royalty of deep purple.
Where the only thought left,
Within my stretching branches,
Withering beneath your flame
Is that this solitary life –
Swaying in the breeze,
Shedding my wilted leaves,
And residing alone on the plains,
No longer feels so.

There are seeds, you see,
You plant them so easy.
As if you were more than
Just some form of
Stellar electricity.
How is it that you simultaneously
Are burning me to the ground,
And then cultivating my new form –
A far sturdier tree.
With ever sweeping branches,
As you have swept over me.

Perhaps it is then that
You are not just the lightning
That creases my skyline.
Nor the rumble of thunder
That quickly follows.
Perhaps it is you are
The plush blades of grass,
The driving coats of rain,
And the rolling oceans.
Perhaps too the cosmic motes
Of starlight that had been
My only company.

Perhaps you are everything.
And, I, born anew.
Your World Tree.

© Brian Milici
September 28, 2015

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If y’all want when I actually have time I’ll try to recite this, but it’s long. :P

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Last updated September 30, 2015