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