SUMMER STORM

A sudden roar of lions unleashed
Flashes cleaving the sky
Drops of life in fits and starts
Savitar, do bid me goodbye.

For existence may be your slave
But do you want to be a lord?
Binding us with chains of temper
Releasing streams of latent discord?

Farewell is not my heart's desire
I long for but a brief respite
An oasis in this raging desert
A temporary lapse of light

So go Savitar, go walk awhile
You need moments of leisure too
And then when you return in your glory
Arms outstretched we will welcome you.