The words they speak are thunder;
The rain the tears they cry.
Floating fiercely and at leisure
They are imbued in that great sky,
And for a cartoon canvas, drink.
What would you think to see it falling
Showing its composition ink?
And what if ink was raining
While the sun shown orange-pink?
If all the world was pigment,
What do you think that you might think?
And what if words were amplified
So that all might hear their sound?
What words we’ve never spoken
Do you think could then be found?
The silly things I’d say
When no one is around.
Do you think we might start over
And make our words anew?
Would this painting without colors
Help to get my painting through?
What if all were nothing
And it was only me and you?
Like those monsters in the sky
All we would do is float around
New sights to see, new places to be,
New smell, new feel, new sound.
It wouldn’t be so hard
If we gave this thing a try,
Words could be our thunder
And rain the things we cry.
Sunlight all our laughter,
The wind the times we sigh,
Living just like vapor
To particles when we die
We’re really not that different,
From those monsters in the sky.
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