Like watercolor bleeding
across the page—
my thoughts refuse
to stay tethered
inside of me.
They flicker through
the dark crevices
of my brain,
spilling into
liquid silver.
I watch them unfurl
into thoughts
I do not control.
They float,
pieces of me scattered
across the atmosphere.
Some seep
into the clouds
and become
nourishing rain.
When it falls,
dreams bloom
in a shimmering haze.
I stand in awe
of an enrapturing glow—
like moonlight
dancing on water—
where the silver veil hovers,
gently undulating
in a magical show.