How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Fire burns from the sky,

Falling down straight to my eyes,

Don't know how,can't explain,

Why,

But the flame draws me in,

Singeing skin once again,

Doesn't hurt,just feels like a raging wind,

Within,

Firestorms scorching air,

Turn ice cold to lightning flares,

Static and erratic,infernos blare,

I'm aware

Colors to and fro a fierce winding stage

A powerful roar of thunder lightning of rage,

A fresh wind we ride bordering on the morrow,

Gliding ever so high forsaking all sorrow.

Tis a beauty, the sky, the windswept sea,

Fresh the air, a longing to be free.

Bury me not in the inside of a storm,

Only outside in the chaos a day reborn.

© Cynthia Clark