here, and dye
all o’er the cities blue
— Past the fading sky hues.
a dark shadow rises from the east,
brews cold smoke into
whispering waters seeping into my sleep
sweet thunder cries
in the sea of a thousand peoples
raging in a strike,
formation unwavering
Marching in sync,
to the pulsing ache inside your head
sweet thunder cries
here, and bye
till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky