Sometimes a river,
sometimes an ocean, 
a trickle, a flood 
a commotion of emotion.

Stars explode into the sun 
and the moon does run 
undone. 

Midnight blue the sky inside 
passion and desire, 
tornado and lightning 
combined.

Open clouds, 
rain thunders numbers.

Today I burn 
cages and ghosts.
Tomorrow I fade 
to grey absent space.


©JMCole