If I Was…then wouldn’t that be beautiful?
The sun peaks behind clouds
and the rain falls
as softly as rain can on days like this.
These are my days.
Where my hand
spreads across the sky.
I let my tears fall.
The sky may be clearing,
yet surprised and baffled you
see my sunny smile
warming your face.
And I feel it all.
The sadness, the joy,
in equal measure.
I am those days
where the sky rains,
yet the sun shines.
I am the conundrum
all humans have experienced,
at one time or another.
And that scientists have explained,
but the world still
does not understand.
And maybe I could bridge the gap.
Maybe I could let you see
only one emotion at a time.
Yet my whole body and mind seem incapable of allowing this to happen.
If I was a part of the sky
that is so big, so vast, so beautiful.
This would be me.
This would be all of me.
Are you ready?
They call me Lightning. I strike hard and shine like a burning, devastating whip, and am fast and unpredictable. I can reach you wherever you are, regardless of the forms I take, which are two. One visible and one invisible, which is after your soul, not after your body, and does not care if the effect is lethal or not, and goes by the name of Love.
