When the Lightning God Smiled

We stood naked behind taller-than-life windows

high in the old apartment building, entranced

by the dark dramatic play of wind and cloud.

The stage was set for your performance.

Discarding mundane convention –

brief blinding bolts thrown randomly –

you choreographed an encompassing

dance of shimmering growling colors thrown

at our startled eyes in sinuous slowed motion,

enabling mere human perception to

absorb every nuance of shape and hue

every shift of shade and glimmer,

targeting our haven with stately haste.

I believe I heard you whisper that in tribute to

our mortal love you hijacked the aurora, sending

wave after ethereal wave, til we were swept

out of time on the crest of that photon tide.

Finally you released us back to the night,

your proscenium once more tall windows.

We clung together breathless, bereft, blessed.