Empty Skies

Lightning flashes. Sparks.

Near misses.

While darkness awaits.

Streams flow the cheeks.

When is the next epiphany?

I can cross my legs now.

Right over left - at the knees.

While the dreams fade grey.

Still the mind reminds me.

Patience.

I am healing.

It is temporary.

Although stopped in my tracks.

Told to sit down. Shut down.

Here I squander.

When the new day breaks.

Will the dreams ignite those empty skies?