I see an image—
breeze, they dance time.
River breeze,
the ideas worth sharing
GROW
like fish floating in a trail
of the lightning whipping
across the sun with
the dancing moon.
Ripples—
I see an image of a way
across the midnight surface,
the sky tip toes
at the edge of celestial festivals.
The thunder is envious
of a starry night.
But you seem so far away,
across the water there is no bridge to meet.
Shine like the reflection cast in pale deception,
only kinder.