By Novid Shaid, 2011
There’s a storm brewing
beyond the horizon.
Momentary flashes of electrical impulses
flicker far ahead
like a Divine pyrotechnic display
with pulses of hypnotic lights
illuminating the earth.
From afar so mesmerising
full of promise and surprise.
But well all know
when it hangs above our heads
when the eye reigns supreme
our world could be ripped apart
and our lives may never be the same again,
until the malignant eye winks out once more
and the Sun and the warm breezes
breathe rejuvenating winds into the earth.
Should we run for cover and secure our world?
Or face, like Lear, the full fury of the storm?
Or join our brothers in repelling its thunder
and deflecting the wrath of its burning eye?
I guess it’s better just to live our truth,
shaking off the haze of speculation
exiting the tunnels of vain anticipation
and when the eye overlooks our darkened skies
penetrate beyond its reach, right through the ether
and gaze into the heavenly mirrors
heeding the reflections.