here, and dye
all o’er the cities blue
– Past the fading sky hues .
a dark shadow rises from the east,
brews cold smoke into
whispering waters seeping into my sleep
—
sweet thunder cries
in the sea of a thousand peoples
raging in a strike
,formation unwavering
Marching in sync,
to the pulsing ache inside your head
—
sweet thunder cries
here, and bye
till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky
