Heavens Harp

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? 😑

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