Thunder comes
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Come to the distance where the forest
interplays with the soil,
And the land has some space,
for your soul to be free, as if there was nothing
on this earth to do than just walk around.

Try to find the view of blue
that will fit the display of the day,
that changes with the wind
or wait 'till nightfall when the waves
caress the bays of the fractal coast.

Thunder comes from every side / on rapid foot
cutting through the clouds / splicing all the air
watch out for the flashes
they will hit without a doubt. / can hit anywhere

I had a dream that lightning struck and
all the power had gone down. Then we looked out for candles
to guide us through the dark, we could only see each others faces
clearly when the lightning sparked.

All boats are anchored in the harbour,
waiting for a quiet spell, if that comes it might be heaven,
if it won't it will be hell.
The birds are hiding below the trees
that bend in the non-stop howling wind,

Hell-fire rising from the mountain clouds
where rain is made & heading south
the summer storm
when fences break and roofs are torn
and all will be turning in the wind that will not leave a trace.

Embed myself to the forest shade
where saplings rise and soil is made
to enclose the circle round
a swirling Sufi dance.
Time's eye peering through the strings of space
That leaves no trace, no memories.