I See Sparks

The shape of my sea is lonesome,

As it is, but not as blue as the sky.

My ship wrecked within the high tides,

And the lightning strikes at midnight.

Wind flowed through my hair,

My waves deepened.

I longed for that thunder;

An escape route from my island.

Stars changed their faces,

But I know that sound stays the same,

The growling of the skies, 

No longer blue but dark grey.

The pitter patter of rain on my cheeks,

Lighting strikes again in the dark.

When my waters touched your current;

I see sparks.