Oberstaufenbach

in bad company it rains like a storm from the story of oz
at first a light pitter patter and cool air
a turn of light to dark
the wind picks up and it begins to feel not ok
the rain comes down harder and harder and begins to fly side ways
everything is wet
the upside of the under eves wall even
the smell of cool mist is replaced with the zing of static
that electric metallic taste
then the pellets of ice drum out the coming crash of thunder
like sheets of wind passing in a wave of sound that orchestra building a crescendo
the cadence matched by the lighting flashing a strobe of silhouettes
to the walls and windows
glass giggling
maybe it will hold out and hold in
the air inside feels stale and still
the urge to open a door just a little
just a bit to look and breathe it in
then a gust rips the edge away from my fingers
and the door slams back while the storm shoves into the room
swimming in wet light and hungry for a still space
a still place
a quiet warm blanket wear it can lay down a moment
lay down a drop
and just be
a drop into quiet
frozen still
too scared to melt away
holding the stillness with a perfect mirror
bad company just barged right in and laid right down
a sparrow to light
almost gone out with fright
but here you lay tonight
on my blanket of home
wait wait
she's never gone
she's laying right here
on my blanket of home
show show
that shine of wrong
it's gone away
a melted storm
shine shine
your way to strong
it's in the end
a life too long

don't you know its time to rest?
Where did you last progress?
Forsake it all and breathe
forsake it all and leave

the storm was nothing but all flash and noise
the sky was wanting a rainbow dress
if you looked over the guide for love
you would have seen past the mess

forsake it all and leave
forsake it all and grieve

the drop of your heart is here
on my blanket of home