Filtered light rays dancing on my eye lids
Scent of cinnamon in the air
Warmth surrounds me
Kick to the side a cool spot like a bubbling spring
Coffee to shake me awake
Silence
Empty room
Empty mind
Sans noise
Sans sight
Energy bursts through the room flittering the curtains
Like butterfly wings
Love the beginning and end lines of this poem: ‘Filtered light rays dancing on my eye lids’ and ‘like butterfly wings’.
Thank you so much.