For a few days in nature
a colorful festival
celebrates the end
of growth and feast
in awe we forget
We might change
with a flair
when we shed
for an other
The wind is weak
between the clouds
til I am heavy
At night, dark moods like figures wake
to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.
Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.
My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.
The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.
My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.
What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.
An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?
when festering thoughts rain down