Like Watercolor Bleeding

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.