The Storm (Oct 2000)
by Diane Tegarden
Wind in the trees, whispering invitations
“come with me, pleeeease”
a sigh, then surrender,
she is willing.
The snake is coiled at the base of our souls
we charm her awake, tease her, then rock and roll,
in a riotous moment
we tumble into the storm.
A lightning bolt of energy rushes through my inner core
as the snake rises up and flies away,
reborn, a dragon of the sky.
While we ride the dragon upon that wild wind
we are high above all the demons of earth.
Too soon, we must wend our way back down,
the dragon will alight. We climb down.
Look around, I’ll be with you
in the calm
Written for my beautiful man, Wade Webb.