An Unkempt Plea...

Thunderbird!
Do not alight.
You carry in your trail
Unsettled flints,
Which this unforgiven night
Will not put out...
The Earth fumes
At your ephemeral illusion...
My heart perspires
As you open your wings
To this delirium...
Fall at my behest, you!
At least, lend your ear...
For I still stand
Wrought, in my doorway,
Waiting for him 
To return...