The music plays softly in my room As I sit swaying in the dark Eyes looking out the window Contentment in my soul A smile on my face Perfect sunrise Finally I feel Calm ~thryaksha

The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the…

Awake . . .  My eye are open My mind is still sleeping; In a way. I want to go back to sleep; Still I am here… Creating… Not very well . . I’d venture, right now. This is not my time . . ….