Liquid Magma

As my heart melts like magma, liquid fire in my chest
arresting me from colder climes to flow into the rest,
a nest is found up high on slopes I climb
with open skies and No-Man’s eyes
to see beyond the boundary lines
like butterflies flown west.

All times and ways the lightning strays, igniting blackest night
to liken all the shadows to a bolder picture bright,
from heights of heaven’s gate to lowest grate
in twisted games like pirates play
to ride upon the crashing waves
and shock the world in fright —

Is like this mind in deepest caverns, hidden vaults relayed
in ways and manners mimicking mnemonic ultra rays,
that slays the dragons there who hide in lairs
to hoard gold shares from rightful heirs
with striking flash and molten air
until its debts are paid.

Sullen shrouds around me now, engulfing all the sadness
that this creative spark and streak of genius in madness
have been generating and evading
with a fading, oscillating
work of beauty demonstrating
all but simple gladness…

Butterflies in lightning storms go dancing on the sunset —
one let all the others play while searching for its unmet,
upset desires in its glowing skin
to feel the wind come blow within
its fi’ry heart and golden grin
’til only one is left.