Hans-Jörg Bohm · thunder child
deep in me
sleeping
waiting for the time to come
a heartbeat away
behind curtains of light
still there
it is
silently longing
to come out again
in those nights when I dream
I locked it up
for much to long
but hoped it wouldn' t disappear
it was my guardian
and my devil
time has come
to set it free
let it live again
where it should be
dancing
in the golden thunder
Poetry Shelter (C) Hans-Joerg Bohm 2017