The explosion of clouds thunder delight
of birth, and growth, and powerful plight. Where
to disperse such grandeur? Dynamic flight,
plunge your sword into my core; here – and there,

what matters cares of fading, you will limn my
awareness with hails of rain; self-explained.
I hear your frenzied song crash through my sighs,
brow-beaten, I reply, “My death proclaimed,

I still strive for height, and sight; tonight, I
am your sister! And, in Monsoon madness,
will gain release, surcease, and, oddly, my
peace. I will expand my lease, of sadness.”

Dynamics cause me to spin in your wind.
Your answer; “Do unto me, it’s life I rescind.”

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/28/04