I

listened

to the thunder

say amen

from

the mountains

in darkness

when

i saw then

the twilight

has been

where the words

end

and my path

begins

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i

am

a poem

of thunder

rumble

me

with the light

of the strike

touch

me

with the rain

of the clouds

toss

me

with the crack

of the sky

open

me

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see how

i

am

like the mountain

in the way

the thunder said

to be

the lightning

in trying

always

as light

is

always

a point

a way

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twilight

try

to

light

the night

i wonder why

the mountains

hide

the stars

and the thunder

cannot be

seen

into

the darkness

with only

a hope

in a flash

of light

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the moon

peeks behind

the mountain

peaks

in stillness

the light

and the thunder

glows

in the valley

below

a breeze

motions

the leaves

to free

the songs

of the night

to sing to you

as you

dream

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the thunder says

i

am

on the mountain

for a spell

i can't

see

what is

under the clouds

yet

i

know

what i need

to

cross

the valley

below

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with

thunder

atop

the mountain

top

the view

stops

my ears

pop

and i

drop

to my knees

with the talk

of many

rocks

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the

mountain

on which i

stand

commands

my hands

to

hold

another's

hand

to

withstand

the

thunder

on which i

stand

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i

reached

the peak

the view

alone

i

speak

the wonder

the thunder

of where

were

you

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to

dance

from peak

to peak

and hear

the thunder

below

in blunders

i

hurl

crosses

that flash

in

bolts

of laughter

across

the faces

of children

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like lightning

the

lost poet

is lost within

the lost light

of the lost heart

still

the lost words

appear near

and clear

to ears

who hear the thunder

that tears out the tears

of the lost

poets

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naked

and bled

across the jagged

peaks i tread

i

feel

the hurt

and the thunder

from the birth

of my soul

like

a woman

dreads

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my

only

relief

is the peace

i seek

on the peaks

of sighs

in the belief

of clear skies

beyond

the thunder

and the lightning

in the clouds

of my mind

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don't mind

me

i was

hear first

the mountain

then

the thunder

and still

the spell

of whether

or not

the point of

view

is to

overlook

what is

below

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mountains

of stone

i

know

now why

the peaks

rise

alone

my vision

clouds with thunder

and as

the lightning flashes

deep inside

my heart

i

see

my spirit

soar

within

me

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one

heart

touched stone

and now grows

old alone

for the peaks

are flesh and bones

and the thunder

sudders

come home

come home

and the lightning

that once

bolted the soul

cannot be told

to those

who do not roam

far past

twilight's

last gasp

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i

clapped

with the thunder

and

threw songs

at the lightning

for

the ground

rose

to my feet

atop

of mountains

of thunder

and

the rain

washed

my eyes to

a sheen

my hair to

my knees

and light to

shine

through

me