I am clothed in shimmering mystique
haunting the stormy night.
A vivid illusion playing upon the
soft midnight breeze.
I am a wild fantasy of brilliant
light out to amuse you tonight.
I flash you and am quickly gone,
an imaginary picture painted
upon the retina.
No sound do I make for silence
is my tranquil friend.
That is the job of my
angry brother thunder.
I am just that awesome image
painting the night skies
for is lightning is my name.
Donavon Scott Vinson