(The starting)
Sitting on the bed
Staring at the mirror
In the dark
That is interspersed
With the dim light
Coming in through
The half closed doorway –
(Thinking about)
Pain, darkness, threats,
Dire thoughts that come
Unbidden to a mind
Filled with glittering stars
In the multitude
Of the night sky
With a blue moon –
(I feel)
Strange as though
It may seem
To me it’s a flow
Of the unnatural streams
Whose flow goes
From my senses
To my mind’s dome –
(And now)
Thinking naught
Just caught
In the eddies
Of a silent flow.
