#blankcellswrites

tonight the moon's on

and water rise for moon son

i can hear the rain

heavy pelts on surfaces

an orchestra of the same note

repeated again and again

a symphony of white noises

blabbers of an innocence

burned bright in the background

i can feel the thunder

each strike bringing it with

a storm of suddenness

boom, it goes

and my heart skips a beat

in tune to the wondrous beat

of nature's guided performance

a song weaved by gentle hands

the choir is singing

the dancers are twirling

a mother smiles

red is all i see

this burning feeling in my heart

sings even my own skin

and up and wide it spreads

ashes i become of my own doings

a crack in the sky

a blink of an eye

here when there was none

crushing me heavy, heavy

and i sat where i stand

helpless with its coming

hard slams of boots

steel on my bare back

wisps and tendrils in my eyes

reflected clear yet hazy

and i crow the unfamiliarity

a stranger of an emotion

unseen and unheard

still my beating heart whispers

claims of untruths and lies