Tigress from the east

A night with thunder

Your rugged groan from a deep grasp of silence,

The draught, of a dwelled cool spirit underneath, rolls

And seals, grunting surges in another unknown-river. Lens

Dip in tonight desolate sea- breathless throats floats on foams.

You hear the hurricane is bottled, and your face is blushful in

Unheard, swirls which sink you unsteady feet, falling,

Then you prawning eyes radiate, a wantoning far-away,

Wondering feathers and their feebleness- raring roar leans its way.

The clouds weaves stitches in sewing, tidal knit and honk

Waves! You know- the storm is striding? Head is sunk.

Again, you fret about the grip, the stomp, the summon beneath

This deep earth and wonder, a lightning palm in a reviving breath.

All battling creatures in those forever pearling drops, and all sentient

Beings in their intent for ever everlasting, dance and flutter their blaze.

There is no sunlight can be even bolder, than those loving eyes-ardent,

And dark, the colour is your night. Fair wings, flee beyond each transient

Sword and pipe many tiny arms, until a giant stands,

In rain of your May, in wind that pulls impious windows, in broken

Windows and doors, until a butterfly is unbending.

And then you hear a story, a phoenix was reborn when the heaven

When the sun was shaken, a beam of fire at a touch of her fairy,

Obsidian, deep earth.

Now the rain drops, quickly unravel your crossing strings, and parry away,

Away! Awake! In your thundering mirth.