DISCLAIMER:: This post is part of an ongoing stream of consciousness series. While each part can be enjoyed as a standalone piece, they will be best experienced when read in order. If you'd like to read from the beginning, the first part can be found here.
I remain unphased..
not even dazed
by it's magnitude.
What aptitude must I possess
to not be possessed by
fear and terror
As it holds up a mirror
to my own fragile mortality?
Yet my equanimity holds fast.
The Squall's aghast,
ashen,
it pales, as a ghost.
..The demonic host wavers...
A few more feeble strikes of lightning
scratch the horizon.
It's growl fades
Another gust
extinguishes the storm,
but not before it ** harrumphs**
one last moan of discontent,
then spent,
turns it's grey head..
and moves on.
For a moment..
Silence,
eerie and unsettling,
but then nocturnal creatures
creep out..
cautiously at first.
Checking if
The Coast is Clear..
or is it the desert?
Undeserted chirps and trills
tumble forth
as crickets strike up
their Nighttime Symphony
And I smile..
All is right in the world.
It will always be.
And Time moves on,
An endless observer
to our transient existence..
This is Part Four, the conclusion of a stream of consciousness writing series. Part One can be found here and Part Three can be found here. Comments, critiques, opinions are welcome in the comments.
