This is Nothing

She was dancing. Lithe movements like something from a movie; was it all intentional, this perfect coordination? Water broke around her ankles and splashed her face and upper body and she bent low and tossed her head like a raging horse. Her red hair flared against the night and her pale skin seemed breakable, even under my gaze. I could have seen her shatter for how strongly I watched her. She wore shorts only, and a tank top. Nothing seductive like a curtain of skirt to dance upon, but still it was enough. Bare skin flashed with each movement. Cue the music that raged in my head. I couldn’t hear the music she obviously did. But I felt it. Thrumming deeply underneath my soles and through the ground, and exiting through her and her graceful movements like a spout. I felt the rain fall, and it never stopped her. Every night it never stopped her. --------------------------------- So funny story. It rains, thunders, and lightning is in the air and I'm watching it pour and I get the craziest urge. I can't think of why not to do this, which is insane in itself right, but I figure what is there to lose. I go outside and lay on the ground. It has rained so much that it is like lying in a shallow pool of water and it's raining so hard that I can only barely see the lightning in the sky despite feeling the thunder under my back. I stay there for about ten minutes before my odd laughter turns into shivers and I realize I've ruined the new dress I bought. It was worth it.

No Light Over Silent Water

We sat over the wet sand, When the solar shadows were long. We strummed the melodies stumbling past, From oft forgotten song. The song enchants an angel white, Which ripples the silent seas. Then silver songbirds in crescendo rise, From autumn untouched trees. The angel of heaven had fallen from grace, And wet was his visage white. The fallen angel's tears made green, A barren forest untouched by light. The newborn river spake at last, "O seraphim, what hast thou done?" "To cry unbidden in woods so brown, While thy brethern soar aft the sun." "O mighty brook", he spoke at last, "I've failed my brothers three." His mighty wings unfolded at last, As he spoke of his pregnant grief. "Far from grace have I fallen, O brook, Flung far from my firmament blue." "The high heavens have torn asunder, Above clouds so white and true" "A dark rain lingers heavy on, A heaven once bright and proud. White flames arc under flickering suns, No wings on angels sprout." "Heaven lies burning, cries freedom in tears, Mists darken vistas of green, The gates of heaven are now twisted metal, And falling are golden leaves." "What hast thou wrought", the brook now cried, "On earth you wretched soul." The earth exploded as the river fell dead, From the tears of the angel fourth. He knelt weeping in overflowing waters, As land was vanquished in sight. His tears fell over lands barren once more, As earth was burned alight.