• The thunder reminds of 1,000 horses,
    Galloping through feilds and meadows.
    Their soft yet heavy hooves,
    Pounding the rich earth below.

    The rain is like a rythum,
    Played with no hands.
    And yet,
    Is the most wonderfull sound.
    The blowing winds,
    Its soft beggining.

    When I sleep on my bedroom floor,
    I can feel the thunder.
    Rushing through the floor,
    And strait into me.

    I no longer feel,
    Like I am sleeping on blankets and carpet.
    But on soft ice,
    Or in a cave.
    Listening to the horses run,
    And the music play.

    I fell older,
    Not from the future,
    But the past.

    I feel,
    At one with the earth,
    Again,
    Atleast for a moment.