Drops of sky;

They stain
The delicate crumbling wings
Of thunder
Beneath the fluxing clouds


He ran into the night
In search of waves
(The taste of stars/disturbing silver)
Caught the wind in his eyes
.Streaming)
Freedom
From his soaking hair

twilight,heavy
on his_freezing breath
and black
inside his hand

The lightning curves

and
trickles
through the tainted)

Stumbles
*

Stormbound
dripping needles from her fingers
and catching breath between them
raining beautiful
imperfect
tears
and falling

. .falling. . .

It glistens of the afterglow


(Beneath the fluxing clouds/


He flickers, .. (watching)
Softly

and it sparkles in the wind ~

As she wanders
quietly
scratching haikus
in the rain

beautiful

thanks unknown.......

misty