Dispel
Pitter patter. And it pitter pattered …All night long.
In each drop was an ocean and in each sound a song.
And if someone dared to dance tonight…I wish it was my soul.
It was soft and beautiful to touch. With a thunder it smoothly sank into wildness
And then the skies cried and rumbled across the firmament; a pain…an ecstasy.
It poured. Poured down for long, in the late hours of the night.
Buckets and buckets in lightening and music.
Was I deaf to the sound? Did I pretend to be ignorant?
But in His Reign, His knowledge splashes upon splashes poured,.
And I sat too coward for the music, too hidden in my own infirmity;
Yearning to touch the wild.
(2011)
