The Awakening Rose Of Thunder

Fractured fragments of terracotta stones.
Random pieces of broken seashells.
Scattered beaches with gritty sand
endured their substance as ragged patches
for her tattered, broken heart.

The mortar was damp from tears
that fell like foggy, misty rain
on delicate, shattered glass.
Amethyst, turquoise skys filled the air
with the earthy smell of oncoming storms.

Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses.
as if she were on fire, leaving her skin
like that of a peeled orange, revealing the depth
and layers of her strangled emotions.

In the dark stillness of the night,
she heard roaring blood curdling, rhythmic
drumbeats of loud, rumbling thunder,
shooting its devouring bolts of lightning
shaking the whole of all Creation.

She stood in the shadows, aching, bewildered
running breathlessly, seeking a fortress of safety
as the drumbeats followed her every move.
The whole Earth was suddenly filled with many
echoed songs of past remembered moons.

The wind was furious as it whipped
the ocean in a roar of thunderous waves.
Suddenly the comfort in a landscape
void of trees stirred her soul.

Her spirit began to rise as a gentle
wind teased and kissed her face,
sending its gentle tap of a mild
whispering breeze across her brow.

She felt the ground beneath her feet
reassuring her she'd regained
her soulful, celestial gravity, as the
silence of the night whispered to her heart

She looked up into the sky,
as it began sending its pure,
cleansing, tears of soothing rain. 

Suddenly she was safe
in the sanctuary of Earth's choreography.
She began her  elegant, graceful, dance~

  ~ Comforted by it's soothing, gentle rhythms~