Storm (Part IV)

(Read Part I, Part II and Part III.)

Kew’s toes went down to tread
Night sky as newest stars.
Storm pushed apart the threads
Of oddest thoughts up in his head
And set them aside in jars.

While those thoughts are all of ours,
From the best to the worst,
From the blessed to the cursed,
She cherishes the most bizarre
And she did have them first.

The Storm invites all in
To her push and pull and spin.
She’s as giving as she’s frightening,
You can live on her lightning.