Light in the windows
Contrast with the dark room shadows
Not as dark as midnight
Not as soft as sunset
Not as calm as sunrise
There’s are no bird songs
I don’t know if there is wind or rain
Warmth, heat or cold
I am in my dark room laying
Still hoping that my body will concede
That it will listen when I say Enough!
Rest and moments of joy and peace keep me
Through the charged stillness, they keep me
The colors of nature and her desires blur together
Greens become yellows
Blues become purples
Red becomes fire
A raging fire with no containment
Tearing into dreams and wakefulness with an imposing strength
All working together to make a symphony of adagio notes for an inactive mind