thunder child
My English Poems
thunder child
deep in me
sleeping
waiting for the time to come
a heartbeat away
behind curtains of light
still there
it is
silently longing
to come out again
in those nights when I dream
I locked it up
for much to long
but hoped it wouldn' t disappear
it was my guardian
and my devil
time has come
to set it free
let it live again
where it should be
dancing
in the golden thunder
© Hans-Jörg Bohm