storm

i found myself in the living room
of a house i have never known
a fireplace, a grandfather clock
a few photos fade to black
i am drawn to one window
which covers half a wall
there is a love seat
and two end tables
facing a view i cannot see
i am drawn to the window
and settle down with a sigh
it is than that i realize
that something isn't right
the night explodes with silence
in the house a sense of peace
within me there is no tension
anxiety but a dream
i sense someone sit next to me
without words or games
a hand offers a champagne glass
filled with my favorite cola
i wonder who could know me so well
yet i never sneak a peak
because the evening sky
is filled with light
thunder echoes across the land
the wind picks up
and whips the trees
into a frenzy of trembling leaves
hail the size of golf balls
and rain from a thousand lakes
it is a storm i have always dreamt of
a house surrounded by lightening
thunder and howling wind
for hours it seems or maybe days
rain collides with earth
electricity dances across the plains
to a rhythm only thunder can play
i fall asleep with a gently sigh
unable to recall such peace
i wish it could last forever
yet i know it is just a dream..........