pomes of buddy don: Watching the Storm

Watching the Storm

Last night the crashing thunder jarred our sleep
And pulled us from our bed to watch the storm –
To see the lightning as it seemed to leap
Up to the sky, its dances to perform –
We watched too long a while but then did creep
Back to our bed where sleep was soft and warm –
How lovely to find slumber dark and deep –
To mold ourselves into each other’s form –
As dreamy visions through our minds did sweep
And coax us to remain beyond our norm.

But then the sudden rush as we awake
And scurry out, our daily bread to make.

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