The Art of Sky Dancing

Cries as rain crammed in cloven clouds,
Spring has come, sprinkling teardrops.
By rainfall mute, the art of sky will dance inwards;
Sobbing faces to dry after the rainfall’s gone away;
No more clouds reshuffle to select rain.

Sky-chest: numerous elusive tales at stake,
Thunder will brood clandestinely;
Tears as rain are no more to be seen.
Voices will express foreboding, few cords dangling
To reveal some other time in reminiscence;
All tales linger incomplete on the tongue.

Sky dancing lightning unfolds, refulgent,
My dynamo burns, ambushing feelings.
Little by little, the altitude of my desires tarries
Shattered, bottle-like as when lightning strikes.
All stomping storms relate to dance as they
Unfold, where all pain and memories lie.