Sometimes,
When I look into the sky, I see
The white sprinkles of your cake,
The streaks of icing smudged across your midnight cloak.
Sometimes,
When I look to the sky, I hear
The plane crumbs rumbling against your stormy scarf,
The pure silence of your somber demeanor.
Sometimes,
When I look to the sky, I smell
The fragrant blades of grass underfoot,
The burning, crackling scent of smoke.
Sometimes,
I see you,
Although other times,
I do not.
But out of all of the times
I have witnessed your spectacularity,
They always
Send a twinkling, blazing star,
A strong bolt of lightning,
To the depths of my heart.
YOU ARE READING
To Nowhere
Poetry|| a book of poems || This is a twisting, turning oblivion of madness. This is watching the sun touch the horizon and wishing for your hopes and dreams to appear among the stars. This is the road to nowhere.
