when planes look like shooting stars
leaving streaks across the fading sky
and the night is just a newborn still
it’s young like us, its purple skin
a luminous backdrop to yet another
summer night I won’t forget
with fuschia clouds like candy floss
and willow trees with arms that graze
the surface of the water just to see
if Saint Mathias speaks to me
”but life is such an ephemeral thing, isn’t it?”
it’s the most transient, fleeting thing there is, I reply
but I punish the words as they unravel from my mouth
my disobedient children, pull me astray
and deceive from what I try to say
that life is not insignificant; no,
it’s the most enduring thing that I know
the question lies in whether I know for sure
that I know much of anything anymore
for aren’t we all just raindrops to a fire?
we are not life, merely passing intruders
and we’ll evaporate before we get there
because we are so thirsty for the flames
blurry eyed and barely conscious
lost within the newborn daylight
dreams that only recently dissolved
leave their imprints on my mind
like footsteps on a sandy shore
they’ll wash away in time because
the tide will rise and swallow whole
my castles that were built too close
and leave behind an empty canvas
I can’t quite paint symmetrically
or let my brightest colours flow
but when I wake my hands won’t shake
and I will compose a vivid daydream
When maps might lead you far away
Tear them up and make your way
Towards a better, brighter day
A light that won’t lead you astray.
When your compass can’t find north
Try your best to summon forth
The courage to be nearly lost
And never found, at any cost.
When everything you know is wrong
Clear your mind, remaining strong
Learn again, although it’s long
And sing out satisfaction’s song.
Light the flame, curse my name
Tell me it could be the same
Try your best to hide the shame
Let me take all of the blame.
I thought I knew you…
I thought that I could shelter you.
Reduced to rubble, now I see
That you were- I thought- home to me.
I’ll flicker until I burn out like you wanted.
Just let go, let go!
I think to myself most every night.
But you’re a fire I can’t put out.
I pray you’ll find your satisfaction
In my ashes, scattered on the breeze.
the sound of thunder rolling in
an ominous warning that
the sky is upset, throwing a fit
taking its anger out on the ground
you can hear the clouds break
and release their heavy load
as rain starts pouring in sheets
like tears from an injured child
the first flash of lightning
strikes the ground, leaving burns
that spread out like a web
leaving ugly black scars
the vicious, incessant thunder
cracking like a bull whip
asserts its dominance over
everything in earshot
some people are like thunderstorms.