#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 11
Lightning spears through the clouds
They bleed in crystal drops
Thundering cries rip the firmament
Fearsome storms rage around
When all is spent, the skies reveal
The splendor of a luminous moon
Wild oceans furiously lash around
In a melancholy rhythm
Laments of a wait prolonged
Rip through the crystal sands
Until the waves catch a glimpse
Of their rain-washed beloved
Poetry inspired by the book cover for W. T. Horton. A Book of Images. London: The Unicorn Press, 1898 — Source.
Blue Pen Strokes 