Talauma (2)

Tangled arms
Outstretched fingers
Grazing the window
With each sway of the breeze

Cowering in the darkness
Frightened by the sounds
Like nails scratching
Trying to burst through

Soothed by his words
They are merely leaves
Wide, deep green arms
Flowers white and fragrant

Suddenly, winds swirl
Violent beads batter
Scratching and scraping
Quicken, an ominous song

Crashing sound
Window breaking
The long, dark, green arms
Enter the room

Twisting and falling
Onto us, shocked
Faces lit by
Flashes of light

Giant white flower
Cupped hands holding rainwater
Descends from its roost
Landing on the bed

Strong perfume
Fills our noses
Capturing the air
Captivating us

"It is alive!"
I scream out to him,
And he answers,
"Yes, but it protects us."

I breathed the
Potent fragrance
Deeply, filling my blood
And I understood

Great white flower
Passionate, clean, vivid
Conqueror of senses
Master and shield