Stormy skies, above, behind
Twisting through the summertime
A plain old man, dancing blind
Warping through the stormy skies

Lightning crackles, ahead, below
Fallow passes through long-ago
Shadows crawling hitherto
Dancing, sprawling over slow

Blue skies, blues skies, far back- don’t find
Definition only takes the mind
Freedom, spirit. Fly free- Fly!
Summer’s straying in blue skies

Waiting for the rain to come
And pouring out to beat the drum
Heartbeat’s pulsing for the dumb
Sing, out cry out- life’s gone bum

Starry light, burn too bright
Shallow halos for the night
But lightning calls to way-blind height
Shouting for the starry light

Darkness, shadows all around,
Leech away into the ground
Run fast, run now- to beat, to pound
Tumbleweed turns slow rounds

Pale white shadows far behind
Trailing past the sweet-storm line
Careful now, you’re in the grind
Rain’ll wash away the bind.

Four times more than a stray balloon
All storms carry high typhoons
Winds surrounding what you do
Four times more half past, half true.