Running From a Storm

Running From a Storm

I heard it

                                     For the first time

                         As I was… Running… From a storm

                                                              So many years before

Like hundreds and hundreds

                         Of faraway… Pounding drums

                                  Or maybe… A thousand or more

                                                   Slamming doors

                          Again… Today at sunrise

                        As stars melted… From the sky

                                                                    I heard a rumble

                          Like dark angels… In chorus

                                             Or maybe… The thunder of war

                           Then I was sure

                                     It was pounding hooves

                                                       Of a thousand wild horses

                                    Running… From a storm

But as I looked… From the window seal

                               The world… Lay gray and still

                           I wondered… Am I being warned

                                Was it just my heart

                                                Begging me to start

                                                      Running… From a storm

                           But I refused… To listen to me

                                     It was so easy… Not to think

                                                          Not to feel… Not to see

                                      So I choose… To ignore

                             Then I slammed a thousand doors

                                            Just like so many… Years before

Once again

I find myself

Running… From a storm

Truthful Lies
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy