Roy Sullivan, By Lightning Loved

least expected
 seizure of symphony
 apoplectic
 blind, but now can see
 unprotected
 take me, love, take me
 gentle electric
 tingle, touch my cheek
 gold and threaded
 blind as they
 there's no question
 my heart skips beats when you're with me
 am i graced or grounded?
 blessed or burnt to crisp?
 through this mud, we're impounded
 is this bliss?
 the pavement blazes
 on my back
 this storm, it's savage
 left here on some grass
 i shake and shiver
 took your wounded hand
 you sparked and flickered
 come back, come back, come back
 least expected
 seizure of symphony
 apoplectic
 blind, but now can see
 unprotected
 take me, love, take me
 am i graced or grounded?
 blessed or burnt to crisp?
 through this mud, we're impounded
 this is bliss