Manifests without a form
Stirs without a sound
Playing without a song
Behind your back it hounds

Dark clouds hangs
Pushing through the dam
Lightning strikes
Too late it struck the lamb

Colorless, Ordorless
With you I cannot grasp
Hiding in the wilderness
Waiting for just a spark

Temper flying the wild goose
Don’t play me for a fool
Calm… I am not insane
Anger…I know is thy name

MoonDance

KarenKnight