No Goodbye's

Do not cry,
When you hear me leave
In the middle of the night,
Past the dark pine trees.
There will be no goodbyes,
Under the moonlit sky's.
Just a warm breeze
While the cicada's sing.

Written: August 29, 2016
Kalen Lewis

The Lightning

The lightning strikes,
Are all I have.
In this empty world,
They light my way.
All I have,
Is a dangerous thing.
But the rain is cold,
The wind is brittle,
And the thunder,
Is the price I pay.