Tomorrow's Thundering

Burn brighter than the sun
 Through you the day is won
 From wood to the stream
 From shore to the mount
 A snarling pack at my heels
 Hounded I have become
 By the gnashing, thrashing
 Wolves of victory herself
 My thunder is their quest
 But it is mine! In my chest
 It is mine to behold
 And it is mine to hurl
 Into the great depths of the unknown
 Into the hands that heave this stone
 It is mine, and I shall release it
 In my own time
 Through the dawn, blasting on
 Even the winds cannot best you
 Shale weight, heavy gait
 Heave it across the water
 Burn brighter than the sun
 Through you the day is won
 As we leave behind must and mould
 So too are forgotten flesh and bone
 The lightning we so dearly hold
 Is but fodder when in the clutches of wolves
 What is lost still sits and sits deep
 Where lay our midwinter dreams
 Where lay our warm April rains
 There you will find what's forgotten
 When pulse recovers
 I breathe deep in weathered wood
 I stand and brace in flowing winter falls
 And the weather systems build again
 For tomorrow's thundering