Thunder Thighs

Thunder thighs, the Infinite mystery gift of life.

We seek it thus, and take to the sky

Ripples cascade on my face, my wandering soul knows no rest

But to quench the thirst your lightning stroke

So why wander aimlessley to abhor what it shook?

Thunder thighs in my evening sky

Touched by the darkened, clouds of bliss fog my eyes

I aim to the sky, but reality halts my shattered soul

For no matter where the winds blow, all that awaits me is that somber mellow

The downpour to clense my soul, the gift that shall be everlasting.

Thunder thighs, fantacies are yet pure lies

There is no hate, only joy for you are wanted beside

Wings of icarus spread afar, my time will come to fly

For even if the morrow is barren of promises... Nothing shall forestall my reward