a thunder: consciousness stream

a thunder
& then the calm

slivers of time
held in trees
in whispers
you turn your head
to face what got
left behind

ahead there are
days & days
of questions
asked in daylight
& at night
not forgotten

under twilight's
starry grin
in slumber
before nightfall
vivid dreams
& more questions

what got broken
won't go back
together again

neither with
the magic of storms
nor the calm of a warm
sunny day

it's in them
the bones of uncertainty
cool themselves
on the lines of
an early autumn afternoon

breaking lines of code
the traveling birds
singing silent 
or quiet songs
in many languages

into the sunset
crying wind

© Niliema Karkhanis