and sometimes the clouds look like mountains
winter coming to an end
other times, my favorite times,
a lovely field of green
color of your eyes
a summer storm rolling in.
i glimpse the crack of electricity across the canvas
i wait for the roar of it's mate.
each awesome moment upon the stage
a duet, a silent sonnet
the light rain pairs with the falling darkness,
slow soft blows from the moon wake up the stars
my lips to a cigarette
my thumb to the lighter
my heart to swell lovely contentment
only to break
too much hot air
I need the mountains once again
© 2015 Kate Volk
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
and sometimes the clouds look like mountains
winter coming to an end
other times, my favorite times,
a lovely field of green
color of your eyes
a summer storm rolling in.
i glimpse the crack of electricity across the canvas
i wait for the roar of it's mate.
each awesome moment upon the stage
a duet, a silent sonnet
the light rain pairs with the falling darkness,
slow soft blows from the moon wake up the stars
my lips to a cigarette
my thumb to the lighter
my heart to swell lovely contentment
only to break
too much hot air
I need the mountains once again
© 2015 Kate Volk
