The sun’s corona crosses the sky
Over a volcanic fissure
Like a carnival ride along the midway
The jet stream soars over cumulus clouds
While the doldrums sink and rise
The sky lifts the fire
Feel it beating in your heart
A low sky of clouds and thoughts
Feeling what’s to come
The lost connection comes back
The fissure closes below
Without clouds, ash, or fire above
A ship at sea sails to the north
Skirting the coast, searching the shore
The Aurora Borealis shines above in soft pastels
As if a billion four leafed clovers
Each leaf a different color
Rose up inside a giant balloon that burst
And colored the sky