The sound of Thunder

By | July 25, 2013

Last night I was woken from a deep sleep by the sound of thunder rolling across the sky.
The bright flashes of lightening momentarily lighting the darkness.

As I lay there listening to the thunder I was filled with a feeling of longing
A deep feeling that touched me to the core of my soul.

Needing the woman
Wanting the babygirl
She is afraid of lightening
I thought of holding her in the night
Running my fingers through her hair
Lightly kissing her forehead.

Yes, her and I we are working on our night moves.

There is more then that.
She has touched me in ways I never thought possible.
She has opened my eyes to endless possibilities.
It is for her that I desire to be stronger.
It is for her I strive to be better then I am.
It is for her that I learn and grow, then teach her.

It is for her I desire to give my all!

Soon, in two weeks she will be here.


I was a little too tall
Could’ve used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my ’60 Chevy
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues
Workin’ on our night moves
Trying’ to make some front page drive-in news
Workin’ on our night moves in the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren’t in love oh no far from it
We weren’t searching for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And we’d steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me
But neither one cared
We were getting our share

Workin’ on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin’ on out night moves
In the summertime
And oh the wonder
Felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in