When will you stop
Though charcoal clouds smudge the horizon
And lumber closer,
You hop through time
in search of lightning and hail.
You grope through grass,
searching by moonlight,
for the lost crumbs of missing children.
Even in the morning dew
are echoes of torrents to you.
Always hungry, ever seeking
For the season's latest something:
Flocks of cotton candy birds
Or crystal flasks of stardust
And other baubles of whimsy,
All to gouge out the malaise eating at you -
To chase the ghosts of yesteryear,
The specter of youth's potential,
To when life still held meaning -
And to elude the grasp of Despair.
For a floating spot of sand
On this ocean of transient stars,
You wish and wail,
Though envy does not become you.
Storms do not chase other storms,
Nor do they compete.
So spin your tears into silk.
Weave them into a tapestry.
Look up and heed your calling,
You forget that you are a king.
She is a sonnet
With lightning crackling in her veins
Brimming with the fury of celestials
Her crisp footsteps
The pregnant wake of summer showers
She is the song
I will sing
A lifetime and more
The only one I will know
For none other
Shall grace my lips
My waking hours I spend
Begging for the alms
Of her lovingkindness
For the intense gentleness
Doled out tenderly
To orphaned souls like mine.
When lightning struck
In the second our eyes met
Life began again
Loneliness bade me farewell
You are my very sun
Omnipresent through the seasons
Unrelenting in your light
Millions may pass me by
And none will ever come close
Reaching your splendor
Revered by mortals
You are mine
Millennia upon millennia
Everlasting and beyond
Lightning was never meant to be tamed
Moreso by mortals
Ask the foolish and the brave
Who died trying
She belongs to nature
Her mistress is great and terrible
Who swallows villages on a whim
And decimates cities with a gesture
The tides and hail are hers to command
The very ocean and the earth her lackeys
Lightning is appreciated from a distance
Keep a wide berth if you value your life
It strikes and immolates
With nary a warning
It is beautiful as it is deadly
But why then
Do I override my instincts
And walk closer and closer to you
Even as the brushfires
Inch by consuming inch