Lightning

In this world thunder precedes the lightning strike, Because each clap of sound ignites the air, combusts then flashes white, Dark thoughts precede my naive cares, When clouds of ice set fire to the air. Perhaps, a glimpse so rarely caught must ennervate From life's dear source our patience waning late, Each vein-like singularity makes haste To spread the nimble knowledge of God's face. If frozen could the bolt from blue de-lace The impotence of our virile human race - And, since mere watching has not led us very far, Must manipulate the amberessence of a star. I'm feeling out the conical infinity of light, I try to show the blind they're blessed with sight.