To Bottle Lightning

I feel it coming.
Shadows creeping up softly,
Smothering the light
That just now danced in your eyes.

I see it rising.
Quicksilver forked and flickering,
Electric tongues
Setting fire to the space between.

I step out,
Clicking frame after frame,
Chasing proof
Of the current connecting earth to sky.

You pull back,
Folding me in and away.
Doors shut, lights off
We watch it slowly engulf us.

Here in the dark,
The storm is ours alone.
You tell me it’s better this way.
And I believe you.