Chasing Lightning

Running
Running
Running
Tripping over feet but never missing a step
For a jolt from the bolt that Franklin found
For the spark that will send the heart homeward bound.

Reeling
trying to chase the feeling
of a cumulonimbus
Away from the other clouds
A flicker in the sky
breaking through the shroud.

Some longingly lust after lightning in a bottle
A captured phenomenon
Never less than full-throttle
A bolt,
blinding, binding, bonding, boasting, bouncing, bounding, blasting
blue
blue
blue
blue
blue
beams filling a bottle's seams and fading into dreams.
I pine and preen over a moment,
magical and rarely seen.
I'm chasing spectres
and they ionize me,
I don't want to catch a phenomenon.

I want it to hit me.
To grip me
To strike like a match in a cave
To hold me
To warm me
To ignite like a light at a rave

Chase the burning spark
It's heaven-sent
sift through the clouds until I reach where the bolt will begin
swim through the electron pool until I find my storm's end.