In and out they weave
through my thoughts
and in my dreams.
The bitter dreams stay away
nowadays sometimes.
and so it seems
the days of my life drift
sifting through the seconds
of precious time.  The sands fall
unexpectedly into the pit
my work my ambitions
my acts, my time, my sacred time
drip slowly through my cold fingers
Thawing nothing, achieving something
and that is to crack my thoughts
like ice into  hot glass.
Misting over my moments
steaming full speed into a future
where ice is not welcome.
Vapour leaves a trail in the orange sky
dont ask me why
it just does
Then it turns grey ,merging with moods
in clouds.
Movement disorders the arrangement
maybe the clouds are not good today
will the rain stay away
or will it dampen my day
the day of my life.