A TEMPEST IN ARIZONA

Thunderheads building in the distance,
Grey and white dark towers to the heavens,

Canyons in shadows, no colors save grey and black to be seen,
I look far below, the Colorado is now grey and cold and raging,

I look around, life has stilled, all under cover,
All await the fury of the approaching Tempest,

Long rows of Thunder Heads, like soldiers in columns,
Distant thunder, beating a cadence for the approaching tempest,

Distant Flashes on the horizon, like flashes of Cannon fire,
Long slow rolling sounds of thunder herald the coming fury,

Life around me has stopped; all eyes are upon me now,
Gone is the Mountain Lion, who guards the Day,

The light is fading, the wind increasing, I smell snow,
Still I stand, alone to face the approaching tempest,

The approaching soldiers come closer, the flashes brighter,
Still I stand alone, alone at the edge of the precipice,

The flashes are constant now, the wind howls like a banshee,
I do not falter; I remain where I am,

At last, I see what I seek in the heavens and clouds,
A mighty flash of lightning, a thunderous boom from the heavens,

As the last ray of light fades, I see them as they come silently,
Silently, like the Spirits of the Shadows they are,

I watch as they take their positions, as they settle in for the night,

With one tremendous flash of lightning, I see on the tallest spire,
I see the one of the Shadows, the owner of the night,

I see the Mighty Eagle as he watches over his Domain, all are safe,
All are secure, none fears, for this is his Domain,

I smile as he takes Morning Light into his heart, I smile as he
Kisses her goodnight, He turns to me and spreads his wings so wide,

I long to feel his touch, to hear his voice, to touch his cheek,
I am safe, I am secure, and the only thing left to say is

Goodnight Daddy, I love you