I can accumulate in the heavens and float amongst the angels, falling heavily and harshly back to Earth.
Movement matters like a constant current, I’m at the mercy of the moon and stars.
Flowing with the wind and dancing with the breeze I endure the occurrence of change.
Weeping, sometimes weeping .
With stillness and calm I reflect.
I absorb all the offerings of glistening light and cold darknesses.
I mirror back what I see.
Still, sometimes still.
I can suffocate you until you can no long gasp, in motion I can flood my heart with rage, tempered with drowning sorrows.
My surroundings are at my mercy.
But never angry for too long in a blink morphing into a tranquil gentle night where I touch you softly.
Dawn’s thick air I touch your lungs when you breathe deeply.
Gentle, sometimes gentle.
My form is forever changing.
Life wants to play with me and consume me endlessly.