My moods waning from here to there.
The dog whimpers in her sleep
And I wonder was it a good whimper or is
Disturbing going on in her dream?
I walk to the door and open it
As if welcoming some unseen guest.
Is it merely air that i need?
My imagination being of no steadfast company
To me this day.
And words, well
They are all crashing in my brain,
And as quickly as they come,
So here I am standing, staring into the trees
Waiting for some big
All I can think of is you.
Once again you have saved me and I cannot
Bring breath to the why or how.