Poetry Poem by Jessica Gabanyic

My thoughts are fire,
Burning with a passion that only I can tell,
The sound it makes,
Are the cracks and pops
That echo off the canyon walls,

My words are like the smoke,
Burning a path in the sky,
Where pictures form and dance across the space to which we sit,
The air around us so warm and nice,
It would be a shame for you to twitch,

The story I tell,
Are like the stars in the night,
Creating constellations
That we can't see,
But in our minds there lies the picture we wish to see