I fit in my body pretty great,
    but not so much in my brain

Quiet down my dear heart
And let your silence call him into your chambers

The believer said:
"Denying the possibility
of an almighty God
exhibits an almost willful
lack of imagination."

To his credit,
the atheist agreed.

Don’t play with me
or perhaps do
just know
fair warning
I was born with
a hand full of aces

I wish my imagination glistened
as it used to

I long for the rush of enthusiasm
with dreamy violins and brassy horns
of Tchaikovsky and Mahler

Where has the music gone
the tingly feeling in my chest
the excitement
now replaced by numbness
and in the midst of silence
shrill electric strains between my ears

Lying in bed
The rain sings it song
Then
The sun looks down
On a fresh Earth today
New day, new start
of the New Year, of life
The wind with
whispering sound from afar
Messages to passing leaves
Blue from the sea
Birds lovely tunes heard from above
To give signs to baby birds
Mama is coming with love
With food for opening beaks
And to tell what she has seen, living drones.
Lying in bed I close my eyes
Not ready yet
All nature sounds like a lullaby
Puts me back to sleep.


Shell ✨🐚