The Beauty of a Storm
Andrew Shiston
I look toward the fading dark horizon
There is no line between the sea and sky
Clouds appear to drift as stately icebergs
The dark nimbus and Island drifting by
The sinking sun melts in golden streams
Meandering with the blues and greens
Sinks and sucks the lightness, a switch
Plunging daylight below the horizon
As if the day had never been
I look toward the now dark horizon
Above on a dark blue littered canvas
Light as though a million glow worms
March and find their place, a glowing face
A plough, a big and little bear, a cross
And from the seas the moon rises from its sleep
A glowing orb, an off white face of chalk
Sending silver chariots of dancing light
Across the dark black sea
I look toward the black horizon
The gathering storm clouds
Spread their hands across her grinning face
Leaving lonely shafts of light
That spears the blackness of the sea
Spotlights on gigantic spume filled waves
The coming drama we watch for free
Below my feet the throbbing life
We the gladiator against the sea
I look toward the unseen horizon
Spindrift obscures our pounding bows
Black waves surge across our sinking decks
The screaming wind, a hurricane grows
With the wind come enormous seas
We climb, and then burst out through a trough
Our stern lifts from the waters clutch
Propellers scream, and then bite again
Is this the storm that is to much.
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