Thoughts

Whirling and twirling, gusts of wind
Streaking 'cross skies in lightning strikes
This way and that; and a turn around,
Speeding along to catch sound,
Deep, as oceans that none do fathom,
Or airy and light, elves dancing around
A bonfire lit with feelings for matches,
Growling beasts, with bites and scratches,
Soft like butter, melting with warmth,
Cheezy or chewy or slimy or torn,
Waxing and waning, forever new
Lurking in minds yet never in view.