It Is Still Dark Outside

I open one window to hear the
rhythm of the rain this
early morning

i hear the wind, soft on the

i feel my soul. My body works
for me.
i feel three things now. My body,
my soul, and me.

i am a trinity too. I create
a universe of my own.

To start with, i grope for words.
I write them to see them well.

They go through me. But sometimes
i suspect, what words are.

what they really mean. How
come i have chosen them.

no problem. no problem.
let me catch some more.

no images for now. Just this
pressing. A monotony that

sometimes lulls you back to
sleep again. Dusk.Grayness.


Comments (1)

So true... lovely piece! !