Member Rara Avis
The storms are about tonight,
As I turn and kick in my bed.
Residue of dreams follows me,
To the solace of awakening,
And I am intoxicated,
By the mere thought of words.
How strange to open drowsy eyes,
To the sound of the wind,
Calling my name from far reaching realms.
How it stirs things deep within,
To see the rain tapping at my window,
Drops throw themselves at the glass,
Waiting like serenading lovers,
To cover my shoulders,
While walking through trees,
And flirting with the lightning.
I follow many paths,
And change nightly.