I listened as you roared across a turbulent black and blue sky.
Your voice heavily crashing as you ravished the space above my dreams.
Sending slivers of jagged white rods, your colliding energy opened the gateway drenching a parched desperate landscape.
As I inhabit the space between earth and sky, I recognize this communication and relationship between you my father and mother; one releasing and the other absorbing so as to nourish my flesh and bones.
I am grateful to be your child, able to take part in your cycle of love and existence. For that you exist allows me to dream. And because I dream, I understand.