Swimming in my thoughts…
Late at night you can’t see the grey skies
Lightning flashes and thunder roars
but the rain just falls… and falls… and falls
The sun rises, muted behind the clouds
I can feel it is there, but I can’t see it…
The sky is so wet… it has become an ocean
I want to jump into it… floating on the wind
Thirsty to taste the air… I set my tongue
to catch the rain that falls… and falls… and falls
I stretch beyond myself and drink my way to the sun
A sweet drowning… I am gone and buried
In grey skies… you can not see me late at night
It’s okay if you don’t understand… you aren’t meant to… unless you are.
Cicely Bites Number Nine ….