Philosopher

Philosopher

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Purple Thunder

Time rolls through days like raging thunder:
Blue-black anger bruises the sapphire spring sky
as the moon's silver gaze overcomes the translucent sun;
Slow-blinking stars pattern the celestial weave
while white lightning discharges her forked fury;
like discordant whispers in a violent dream.

Colorless vapors twist and collide as her Dream blurs;
Reason and Action move the wind and order the thunder.
Thoughts provoke Answers and chained fury strikes the midnight sky.
The sapphire blue fades and turns to a mournful cry
as the Moon eclipses the weeping Sun.

Maturity ages the passing prodigal;
her soul searches the aching, twisting dream
for the triumphant Sun to blaze across the weave,
to chase the darkness with its reviving beam.

Twilight tiptoes into a fresh morning sky;
A new day, awake and afresh chants in her ear.
Harmony overthrows the furious Horror; 
the moon kneels to the resurrected Sun.



(~revised 2012)