Why do you come peering through the night, like a pink moon full, breathing through the clouds?
You are a bull, stampeding through my nightmare.
I have grown a sullen child.
You bring thunder and rain like crayons for me to play.
But all toys fade with the sun.
You’re a wildcard.
A rare stroke of luck in the midnight hour.
I call to you in dirty bathwater.
When eyes look of innocent rage.
You are the shape in the cloud that gives me hope.
Your thunder is heavens harp.
I want to catch your lightning and store it in a jar.
I call them sun rays.
You’re why the earth sways.
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Are we like string theory, connected to everything? Cuz we’re not attached. Yet we are one? 🤔
But I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me. I can’t live without you. But you can. Or, am I the reason you come up for air? Can’t breathe in hell? 😑