Swift breeze is nonchalant to a unique settings.
Silent hour forever in the mind of an observer,
a starry horizon will stretch a furthest minute
to give benefit to psychic appraisal of reason.
Stand awake in time a twilight enhanced howl
whereby our lives will in natural light return.
For the moment we might meditate the night
with sudden revelation – planetary alignment.
I would if may suggest my life in the balance
would hold truth grateful such wires insomnia
extends my intellectual prowess that imagines
in a delusion. A realist, perhaps only questions.
In the quiet of my home, would change a season
As the wind screams my name in idyllic reason
© Thom Amundsen 2019