Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Atmosphere

the evening clouds, in a beautiful procession
orchestrating your love for me
warm summer air, envelops my heart
elated, hypnotic was the atmosphere
to lose oneself is so easy
a state of trance

the dark night, lit by a blue moon
its a fright, alone
the air is silent, storm approaches maybe?
static, paranoia becomes the atmosphere
to find oneself is so hard
a state of being lost.