Atmospheric

Skies never obdurate

But never fails to find the ache
Using rain-bows
Firing arrows of light at the heart of the stars
Meteors of lost lyres
Silly songs of sorrow
Crashing to torment tired citizens
Forcing artificial highs through lullabies
Ceilings of clouds crush carefree colonies
Hail-stones the onlookers
Blossoming, they are left frozen in the summer, they fall
Collapsing into the mouth of
Silence
The blurred kaleidoscope of my left eye
Sees all; it knows
You only reign down on parades
Nightly precipitation
When the sun comes out to play