A warmth in your heart?
A soft touch on your arm?
A smile while being embraced?
Illusion and mirage?
Or all of the above?
Northern wind above me roars
Branches sway in rhythmic dance
My frigid ears fill with a chorus
Of quaking leaves and whooshing air
Morning with her tender light
Nudges me from sleep
Beckoning with the calls of birds
I rise from deep repose
To seize the day
Sleep is Medicine
Sleep is medicine; it heals our tired bodies at the end of the day.
Dreaming is like LSD; it inspires and haunts us with fantastic visions.
World of Gray
Beneath a blanket of smoky clouds
The din of workers pulse through streets
In a place
Neither night nor day
They labor in a world of gray