The crackling warming fire upon the sand,
The gospel singing by the roaring flames,
A witches' dance around the roaring flames
While ash and smoke went drifting hand in hand.

We drifted equally but far apart.
We saw the lightning strike the dark horizon
Silent upon a silent sea
Hearing no thunder,
Like leaping hearts which dare not tell their tale.
Like you, like us, like me.

Like us. We stood and watched and stood and feared
And wondered then from whence the lightning came,
Never the same upon that dark horizon;
Never faded, never neared; flashed
But never thundered.

We knew the light was there, both you and I.
We watched it, yet we never sought it out.
We saw it flash but never felt its thunder.

1971