548 – Distant Thunder

The devil whispers,
You can’t withstand
The storm…

I turn to face him
And laugh.

I don’t withstand
The storm.

I run into its arms
And make wild love
Under the full moon.

I slide over her wings
To chase the lightning
And ride the wind.

I jump and sing
Under the rain
Until it soaks my soul.

I feel the mud
Under my feet
And every drop upon my face.

I dance and twirl
Like a mad tornado
All the way into her heart.

I don’t have
To be strong.

I don’t have
To be the storm.

I just have
To be
Me.