Isolated Thunder

Isolated Thunder

A Poem by Scott Lee

Thunder is loaded
In a gun
You
Fire at me

All the stars
explode me

Light gets buried
In the desert shell
Of my protection.

Green blades rise
Out of sand
Who knew
You
Could grow anywhere.

Love is like that.
There's no place it can't find.

Thunder rumbles
My thirsty tongue
Waits, trembles
In child-like anticipation
Except slightly different

Eyes closed
Mouth open
I drink sky drops
And slink into shimmering pools

Contemplating Life
And
All the wonders

Wrapped
In secrecy
Like a blanket

Woven by incredible hands
Hidden from view
Yet participating in plain sight

Belief is required
If you want to reach the summit

I know
You
Can feel the blood fallen
From my tears

I know
You
Can
Smell
The dirt dragging
in my bones

Clinging to me
from all the roads before
When rough, restless winds
Blew apart our home
And
I decided to leave.

Seperation never felt
So cruel or desolate

Until
You found me.

All this time
I thought I was alone
Suffering for absurd reasons

Not understanding that I wanted this challenge, to experience the imprisonment of soul limitations,
to be railroaded by darkness,
to taste the crack of Isolated Thunder,
to fall light years away from heaven,
to be brutalized by another kind of life,
to be loaded in this gun, and shot out across a dry and deadly desert

Hoping one day
By slim odds
I could find you
Falling back down to me
In raindrops
That
I so desperately
Needed
To drink
So I could keep on walking
Headed for your summit.

My heart pounds
In
Isolated Thunder
Even though
We've met before
But I just can't seem to remember
The shine of your face
That completely melts me.








© 2015 Scott Lee


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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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