ELECTRIC PARADE

Lightning hits the water

with long fingers so fine.

It glistens in the sky

with an electric spine.

Sizzle goes the sound,

electric in the air.

It crisscrosses the sky

with its own savoir-faire.

Source:boy-so-pale

COME TO ME

COME TO ME

The ocean shimmers.
Shades of blues and greens.
Soft ripples.
Lapping waves.
Reflecting the sun’s core.
Glistening.
But here she comes.
The ship to shore.
Too close to the rocks.
Stay clear of the sharp points.
Stay clear of the strong currents.
Come to me.
Come to me safely.