poem of an thousand thunders, poem of the thousand tears

You may puck me dry like an hoard of locust, does an field of dreams

you may split the sky apart with your wild thunder and storm

you may lay on an cracking mountain of gold with eye indifferent

you may be the peaceful snow frost on the top of an new lair of snow

You may be the hidden Titan Appearing like the thunderous winds

you may lie in the sky above, aloft and alone shining with an light above all other

Or

you might be a the one around us all, staring in silence

are you truly happy?