My mind resides in drops of moisture
translucent thoughts wispy like the wind
breezes through windows yet no relief
from the mood that surrenders my soul
to seek the peace of somewhere.
Eyes fight to open
as I move like a phantom place to place
never really here or there,
just somewhere I cannot name
a place I’ve often been.
I see the light yet fight to reach
pulling myself up from this fading moment
perhaps to lay a spell and ponder
in a dream world I shall catch
the essence of self once more.
In between spaces of light and dark
no particular reason, perhaps just a lark
of nature and energy not in sync
I ask for the intervention of fluid water
soothing as it releases drop by drop
from clouds that move sideways
unlike my inner thoughts that slide in circles
coming round to find
I stand here wondering which words to choose
to suit the mood
of a melancholy day.
