What Happened to Last Night’s Storm?

What happened to last night’s storm?

Where is the lightning and the rain?

Where, the furious stentor,

and the rumbling of heaven?

What happened to the pleasures of youth,

Where did the touch of your fingers go?

Where, the ecstatic sigh,

and the shirtless defiance against the past?

Whatever happened while I drifted away

into the limitless hug of death?

Now, is only a clean world,

bright and fresh,

sprinkled with songs of birds

and the smells of spring,

of soil,

of dew.

Now, only the aftermath,

a world renewed and the ample breath

holds my soul

after our light-storm took me into the night.

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