Wandering through mornings
Cloaked in night
Silence resounding
Pausing for a red light
Camels running through a desert lung
Iced tea becomes an oasis
Maybe smoke, Maybe air, a need-to-know basis
Harder to tell as filter meets tongue
Cloaked in night
Silence resounding
Wandering through mornings
Pausing for a red light
Thought to think
of opinions
in spite of
reflections.
Notions and concepts
birth ideas;
grandchildren of the mind.
Silence resounding
Wandering through mornings
Pausing for a red light
Cloaked in night
Purpose lost within frosty
air through a thin white T.
Crashing thoughts parallel E-
Y-E lids amid empty
lots and streets.
Pausing for a red light
Silence resounding
Wandering through mornings
Cloaked in night
I like to walk and drive around in the early hours of the morning. These are actually concepts of several different poems.
© April 10th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.