SkySongs

Sometimes the sky sings to me.

Catches on fire.
Wails.
Makes me cry.

Or whispers secrets
Of lovers
Entwined in passion,
Lost in a stray wind.

Dances
On a whim.
Sheathed in red
Sparkles in pirouettes.

I love her
Like a best friend
Sometimes.
Hate her like the evil ex
Sometimes.

But never do I love
The changeling more
Than when she weeps
Tears so cold
They fall on burning flesh
And make me whole.