Jupiter’s Whispering Storms

Jupiter’s Whispering Storms

Jupiter roared silently

through endless black,

its storms curling like serpents

around moons that quivered.

I watched the hurricanes spin,

pulling clouds into spirals,

and felt the pulse

of distant thunder in my chest.

Its rings shimmered quietly,

casting silver over darkness,

and I understood

that chaos could be beautiful.

The moons leaned in softly,

pressing themselves against the light,

and I followed their dance

through winds I could not name.

I felt the gravity pull

at thoughts I could not hold,

twisting them gently

into shapes I could not see.

Jupiter whispered secrets

of storms older than time,

and I carried them quietly,

folded into my own pulse.

Even when I left,

the storm’s memory stayed,

spinning through my veins,

curling gently around my heart.