Words.

It seems to me that I am trying to tell you a dream – making a vain attempt …

-Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness.

A Sunday Morning Mind
The stillness of the room
provided less distraction for
my mind to
wander
to receive its myriad
of impressions which affects
the beating of the heart
where
past present
imaginings of the future
converge and coalesce onto
one point
a focal point.

The city awakens around me.

The sun shines brightly.

To feel all those dreams
burning softly within me
a thousand of them
each wanting to
be realized.

I sit back in my chair.