A swarm of sunlight
from a crack in the fluid grey
strikes the surface
One after the other
each particle of light
stings my eyes
Looking up I see trees bending
as the clouds rush on by
temporarily closing the door
My eyes hold the ghosts
and as the wind whistles its darting song
the swarm returns to burn through
Distance and time
reveals itself in the smallest of moments
when we feel the heat
Maybe the darkness
intensifies the desire
of and for the buzz
A Gap In The Clouds 