Deciphering Thoughts, a Momentary Malaise

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
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The mind is like a flower that grows beautiful with light and loving nourishment. To let darkness enter and stay can wither the flower in time. I keep my succulent plants on a table by a window that gets morning sun and good daylight till dusk arrives – they are healthy and happy there, slumbering well at night. They are at peace. Great work, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, glad you enjoyed it. Cheers!