The Flight of The Words

The thunder crackles.
Lightning sears the horizon.
Startling, but utterly timeless.
A little gasp, heart flutters.
I never cease to be surprised.
You'd think I'd realize that
It was sneaking up on me again.

The soft touch of a beloved hand.
The quiet whisper of a breeze at dawn.
Crickets knitting a slumbering quilt.
A brook laughs past me,
Against the haunting, dusky,
Call of a turtle dove.
Waking to rain and snuggling back.

It is all a bit of a vicious circle,
Or, perhaps, more a mandala.
Somehow an awareness
Of the perfection of the universe
Flashes across the millions
And millions and billions
Of synapses in your brain.

And you want to capture it -
That celebration racing inside.
Along side a quiet trembling,
Colors and tastes, sounds,
Emotions, cascade in the
Exhilarating symphony of life.
And yet, all the right words have fled.
.