shattered stillness

lay in splinters

around my broken feet.

i cradle the ice that once piled up

around my sorry heart.

music explodes from

the pores in my chest;

lightening bolts cutting through

my chapped skin.

thunder strokes my insides

caressing my rusted ribs.

a warmth wraps around my soul:

unwanted yet familiar,

like an old friend

love

The stillness

You shattered,

The love

You crumbled,

The hope

You destroyed.

You leave nothing in your path,

Everything turns into nothing.

The music is all that is left,

It screams of a girl,

A girl crying lightning.

And you will do nothing about it.

Lightning cracked the dark sky

Opening a path to the love of heaven

The earth below was shattered.

The music of heaven

Poured through the crack in the sky

And rained down upon the stillness of the earth

Reviving the land back into

A fertile cradle.

Drawn by a whirlpool

Lightening in the Amazon

Frog voices gurgle

Sitting in circle

Following spirit music

Shaman’s icaro

Oh sacred circle

All my illusions shattered

In stillness of night

Held in the cradle

Of Love and light and Heaven

Forever in peace

"One more please," I ask, cradling my glass with a hold not so gentle. The old man next to me stares in disgust, I can't blame him. I'm always in this intoxicating hole, hoping these drinks will be lightening me from all my repetitive worries about love. I need to at least choose a new place, if you aren't here for being shattered, the music they always play on that 70's jukebox sure will do it for you.

Frightening more than lightening

And shattered worse

Than the stillness of the music

We call our love

You are not a man but only

A cradle

The music of the night

Shattered bright

With the advent of Lightening.

Eloquent stillness

In between

Is even more frightening.

The cradle of the gods

In the sky

Drop their tears from above.

Fear not, dear one,

In my arms

You are sheltered in love.

Lightning shattered the stillness of the midnight sky. The thunder that followed came in small groups, reminding her of music. The little boy let out a small whimper from his cradle. This would be the first storm he had ever seen, and so far he didn't seem to care for it much. The woman chuckled a bit as she smiled at her little boy. She didn't know it was possible to love someone so much until after she had him. The lightning slowly died down, and the pouring rain subsided to a drizzle. The woman waited for a second, just listening. She could hear the little boys steady breathing. He was safe, and that's all that mattered to her.