Fluid Ashes

Lightning blinds the monsoon folk,

I too immersed in darkness to feel it glow;

Thunder threatens to tear the purple sky,

I too empty a ghost to hear its echo.

The grass picks up the sweet smell of rain,

Contriving to clash with the bitter soul;

The air fills with a gentle and misty chill,

Managing to resonate with the steel of my heart.

The light of candles encounters a smile on my face,

In shadows I tremble with silent screams;

The softness of the pillow cradles my head,

Inside I fight the demons of mind.

The children jump in the puddles that form,

As I only see rains of fire and clouds of smoke;

The people caper in the beauty of rain,

But I can only hold the ashes that fall.