A poem about finding a safe place in the storm
Thunder growls, you stir half roused.
Was it real or just the house?
A flash of light plays round the shade,
Then thunder rumbles far away.
Coming nearer? Passing by?
Uneasy in our bed you lie.
Then lightning glares, lights up the room.
You wait in dread. How big a boom?
The thunder cracks, you give a start,
Cannot still your pounding heart.
Panic’s near, the fear of harm
Makes you turn and seek my arms.
Lightning bolts come thick and fast,
The thunder constant in its crash.
Though storm has peaked and reached its crest,
In my embrace you find your rest.
At last the thunder ebbs away,
Only murmurs as it fades.
Your heart is calm, your face at peace,
As in my loving arms you sleep.
My heart is full and all seems right.
I lie awake and hold you tight.
Terrence G. Fisher © 2018
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