hurricane

 
four lords of the winds, i feel your breath,
rustling the sky, sending the vortex into a spin.
around, around it sends the blood in my veins,
waiting for the coming of the hurricane.

call out the warnings on the wings of gale force, 
slow patient energy gaining superstorm strength. 
the dark shadows pushed under the full hunter moon,
kicking up at high tide, flooding the world and below.
sandy spinning like a top coming fast ashore.
darker, turning day into night causing most to take flight.

i stand alone waiting to greet the dark zephyr, 
washing away more than the sins of the city.
lights flicker on blacked out faces high in the windows,
in the land of the living, zombies point in warning.
look! look behind you! the other side of the monster,
all dressed up like halloween ready to party till morning.
take hold of my heart, grab the nearest cab,
riding the winds of the dark zephyr cleaning the night.
he opens his full robes and spreads his arms,
like a russian dancer he twirls and spins, 
the giant of the air reeking havoc on the crossroads.

no direction i can find walking familiar streets,
on that corner once stood my favorite old tree,
lost! lost! what do i see a beacon of light out at sea,
beyond where three buildings once fell, 
it is her the dark zephyr has left undefiled, 
standing in the harbour proud lady liberty.
hope i seized and i know i will be set free.
from the dancer on the winds, the dark zephyr. 
heavily poured darkened tunnels recede.

many, many proud and homeless left in pain.
a dark eternity centered in the calm eye.
your warm core surging death at low pressure, 
through the hot gloomy atmosphere, 
look up! waiting for blue peaceful sky with no fear.
i stood alone with the terrible hurricane.