CHILD’S STORM

                                                 For Margaret Stanford

All was calm in the nocturn’s time,
The wind blew softly as a delicate child’s smile,
I heard the crickets whistle and
Saw the night as melancholy children in the blowing wind,
Then I heard a crack far away in the nocturnal sky,
And the sky turned a shade of madness,
Lightening scorned and abolished the calmness of the night,
Thunder scorched and crushed the soft wind,
All was mad and on fire with light,
The wind blew wildly like the raging tears of a child with a brutal smile.
The cricket’s whistling was demolished and silent,
Dreary children’s eyes frightened and faired seemed.
As wild animal’s hearts pulsating un the core of a child’s soft smile,
Then I heard a crack far away again,
A soft lightening was in the distanced like
The distant enchantment of a child’s smile of delicacy,
The thunder sounded tenderly as soft as crushed crickets whistling,
The wind was cool as the cool, softness of an angelic child smiling,
Nocturnal time was calm like the calmness of melancholic children,
Madness was seized in the night’s sky,
All in the night was quiet again,
As children in the dust of time.

July 23,1980
Theodore Arthur Pinnock