Mists of thought pervade my mind,
like living colors of every kind,
hues pale or deep, melded, swirling,
elusive thoughts that keep me open.
And brash are many,
like spite of glaring vibrant rage,
while dreams more of pastel state,
wafting gentle in slumber’s wake.
As they pass in vibrant colored pleas,
I, to imbibe their worlds with fated ease,
they grasp hard in wanton purpose,
to exact their path within.
So beguiling some, others tainted by red,
lilting tales from seductive gaze,
yet trouble spelled in many ways,
attests my considered reticence.
Like soldiers they stand before me in multitude,
armed and ready to attack,
and I of a peace loving mind, relent,
reject their forceful tact, of lesser kind.
Overwhelming thoughts can be,
unwanted many, few to stay not leave,
for darkness I’ve had enough in sleep,
thoughts I will to light-filled rooms to keep,
and find solace in their play.
Tony DeLorger © 2016