Storm Summoner

Created: 02/25/2009 08:16:45 PM

My goddess of storms
I have been waiting for your return

She whispers a digital echo across the sky
bouncing along a network of organic antennae
ear to ear
mothers to children
they call from their doorsteps

The sound floods down upon the streets
A warm rush of pounding rhythm
smooth and relentless

The leaves dance in front of the shimmering background
florescence faded to black and gray
churning turbulence of twisting force

I stand in the open
breathing the electric charge into my head
standing in front of this faceless menace
this beautiful, dark shadow our goddess has summoned
flowing from her mind into my eyes

Her sounds shake my intent from within
a thick whine of haunted strings
drawing up memories from some changing, eroded past existence
filled with dry earth, love, sickness
bearing witness to the grinding of time
patiently waiting for the parting of the sensory
to watch it arise again

Her storm has arrived
reminding me of this inner sunrise and sunset

Inward shifting without a center
Outward shifting without a center
from dusk to dawn
caught up with the winds above, the waves below,
with every neuron and lightning flash of this passing storm

All the elements pressing me to take refuge
from the spinning in every direction