I have long dreamt, lightening in the sky,
beckoned forward I'd say
"Pull your chair close
keep your glass charged
and listen."

As when children, lightening split the sky,
we'd stay up late to hear
"Draw your chair closer
fill again your cup
and listen, listen."

Imagine the war over, lightening 'cross the sky
in all the dim-lit rooms
"Pull your chair close
keep your glass charged
and please, please, listen."