Perspective Shift

The lightning crashes, cracks, and booms.
The observer is reduced into ashes, with eyes like full moons.
And oh what of thoughts, now like typhoons.
Free at last, from humanities ignorant tombs.
Spread faster than mirages, in a sea of sand dunes.
Striking fear from the unknown, like spears from harpoons.

Within the eyes of those virgin to question, hope looms.
Small children, dreams of goblins and goons.
The clock ticks effortlessly as time moves on.
Yet seems constant at half past noon.
Are we coming or going? I guess we'll know soon.

Seasons of change, new flowers blossom, and bloom.
On death ears, null are the most magnificent of tunes.
Doom.

Yet, within the chaos of the storm.
A center of calm where it remains warm.
True despair changes form -
Perception, changes the "norm."
The rugged becomes worn,
And the firm are then torn.
As all obstacles are no more,
And those faced with death, are reborn.

The lightning crashes, cracks, and booms.
The lighting strikes and conquers the darkness with such light
And we mourn for the loss of the night.
But rejoice, because now we have the vision to take flight.