Play In The Thunder Poem by James McLain

And from the rift looking over and down how I loved, you.
Never giving up!
Pulled forth over the edge into now.
All that was good in me.
For such a price is everything.
Invisable muscles that undulate.
Of youth never to love.
Wisdom and grace independently.
To dance in the sea,
and feel the sun, the last time, it is good.
You are the mercy of which I seek.
There is peace the calm flat waves when you speak.
Infancy period of dawn calm the stormy sea of my life.
And the greet mystery of the sea that you seek will surround you.
Of that I am still and moving naught when you do not move at all.
Thus how it moves me be still, hear me through you I connect.
Thus from the deepest of depths from the dark sickness,
away it is tossed above into light from which it was pulled.

No faster way can be found is the way from the rapid stream,
or the fountain that flows forth from the steep golden cliff.
Where ever the mountain raises it's peak from the sun.
In a circle of light do I fall, off the tounge rolled with rich color,
yea though deaf in one hear, I hear of this tone is of red.
The electric sight of the light of the dark copper sky,
while the paper full moon off the edge of forever I've been.
And yet still to some few but none to believe in.
Once again, like he of the past is again here.
Play in the thunder and the storm and my sea (when remainder of the heaven is blue)
From the cloud when it comes but to you only once, which is taken.