Stone Pillow

On glistening looks the sun gave high  
And lying on the stone pillow nearby  
Looked comforting and warming as a summer sky  
Where the cloud-dreams rolled in rapidly  
 
And there I walked in Winter's praise  
Traveling in darkness of scented graves  
Frightened by comings to different shades  
There woke thunders with dreadful screams  
 
They commanded a fire for giving sight  
As their drums beat triumphant under flight  
The lightening flashed and struck by me tight  
I left in darkness - wrapped in a glowing lighted beam.