Little Nimbus Cloud
For many gloomy days,
i've waited oh so patiently...
for streams of sunrays
to push
those unsympathetic waves of grey
away.
They last only momentarily,
filling the same sky with buoyancy,
which rids this soul of transiency.
A little nimbus cloud
to many is not much,
but my little nimbus cloud
revives me,
with one touch.
I have grown a second shadow
which shouldn't belong to me.
It comes and goes,
never flows.
I lie low,
hope it won't show,
tip toe,
even though,
it continues to grow, and grow,
and grow.
Second Shadow
Blame The Incubus
Initially an intriguing imposter.
Temptress, you've become headless
you fool, how?
Blame the Incubus,
the imposter had you hooked,
tempted the Temptress.
You reeled yourself in, you fool.
You are hypocrisy at its finest,
will warn but not to be warned,
will blame but not to be blamed,
what a predicament.
Blame the Incubus, the imposter!
He reeled you in.
Not the Temptress, the hypocrite.
You hooked yourself.
Contradicting,
you fool.
illustration
Internally Churning
The cogs are turning,
internally churning,
intensely working, burning fuel.
Yet the bulb in my mind
is just about flickering.
All the energy is surging,
the fuse box blows.
The battery has gone bust...
I need to recharge.
Repair the circut,
be able to function...
The cogs start turning,
internally churning.
Sleepy Head
Rise and shine, sleepy head.
Start your day, get out of bed.
You make me smile and
light my way...
You are my dawn.
You are my day.