Someone's turned on the tap
Refreshing as breeze blows in
Nostrils flare awake
Clouds falling petals
Beckon a more open window
As the thought of sleep surpassed by
The need for this harmony,
This balm for my brain
Gentle rhythmic waves
To soothe my agitated soul
As a new old memory takes shape,
Takes over
And plunges me into the dark places
I work to avoid
The rain, a temporary respite,
A place I find peace
I lay awake to stay free and present
