i need you.
silent makers of the wind breaks open
miniature flasks of happy tortures
blooming in unopened sunlight,
smiles forcefully turn ripped pages
these many chapters write their own books
and bluebirds capture uneasy tears flowing
from deep waters
a thousand sunsets wouldn’t explain this
darkness in beauty
the falling sky decides next hour
when rain evaporates and crystals are clear
again… this waiting fails
though fails me not,for lessons breathe fire
volcanos magnify and exploding soothes.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 