A storm wakes me
My living room filled with flashing light
I turn my head
I see red
I want to run
to the ocean or the mountains
Somewhere I can catch a sunrise
in peace
A storm like drums
A storm full of sadness
A storm in the dark of night
I smell the air and remember
a fall evening by the bonfire
My eyes see an oak tree and remember
leaf piles and jumping free
So much to remember
The storm remains
I wish it would fly
Fly away with an eagle
but yet the storm remains.