Thunderclouds
Philippe Auclair
What is this light in which we wander
And swim unbound in breathless air
How can it be we never wondered
How can it be we didn't care
We wait in vain for signs of morning
We pray
For a hand to pull us safe
But thunderclouds over the mountain
Roll on by, heavy with rain
Thunderclouds over the mountain
Roll on by, heavy with rain