Your voice is lightning—
Lightning breaking over thunder’s cacophony,
Deafening emotions lifting the beat of our hearts
Lightning
Reflected in the steel veins of this city,
Bolts that rain upon Amarillo pastures,
And everything in between in synchronicity
Fifty thousand degrees can hardly contend
With the power you don’t know you wield;
You are a current whose voltage knows no end


© Jaz Rogers