Rising Stars

As my soul collects new clouds

Creations past rise to cradle my path

Indicating that which was secret

Domain to the unseen alight

Twister deflagrations straighten matter

Solid ground heaving a reaching body

He wonders, a maze in awe

Summer to shove the skin of old aceptions

Music created a gift from my soul

The wind owns our windows

Looking past obvious lack of width

Happening upon the sky, he takes

My hand and I rest as a fetus

In rising stars