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Dragon StormDragon Storm
Lightning flashes in a storm,
Darkness weaves across the sky,
Clouds become a dragons form,
On silver wings it starts to fly,
Fire bursts from thunders screams,
Flames born from a dragons maw,
Is this storm what it seems?
Destroying all of natures law,
Slowly the dragon falls to sleep,
Thunder stops its tortured cries,
The sky slowly stops to weep,
On silver wings away it flies.
Can you hear the music playing?
Listen to the violins and flutes,
Do you know what they are saying?
Hear the guitar and the lute,
A requiem dances and weaves,
The dirge mournfully sings,
A nocturne flutters like leaves,
The stanza pauses and spins,
Play my heartbeat on your drum,
Give me life with your guitar,
The air around me sings and hums,
As your music carries far.
Silent MelodySilent Melody
Hear the silence in the storm,
The music crashes like a wave,
Heartbeats pound against its form,
Thundering through the silent cave,
Music roars and splits the sky,
Specters weave in an eternal dance,
The melody spreads its wings to fly,
Cords twist in an infinite romance,
The ringing silence is too loud,
Echoing through the crumbling dawn,
Notes vanish in the swirling cloud,
With a swift wind all is gone.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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