Out there sunlight shines

On my back Cheap Trick mellows

Sunday whiskey sleep

a hurricane in

the waves, beating away at

my spine, relentless

placid and pale as

clouds drifting through the gentle

frigid winter air

I flow as water,

Moods change like a river bends,

Still waters run deep.

If words could describe

Such a void as this ocean,

I think we would drown.

Arms stretched out as limbs;

People carve and cut and climb.

I have to stay strong.

Near the small clear pond

Buzzing dragonflies zip past

With barely a glance.

Even in winter,

There are warm days to be found,

Full of light and life.

Little tiny fishes.

Swimming fast, alone in a lake.

When will they be found.

Calm before the storm,

late night Madden 'fore I sleep...

working weekends much?