Mindful Rester

Stooped on her doorstep,
Glaring at the lamp post that swings.
Sways.

The current of the wind
Turning the pages of a novel.
Each one touched and wrinkled.

Picnic's on mountain tops
In green emerald symphony...

You dream in your head disabled of sleep.
Restore and wake, or destruct and yawn.

Lucid and keeping track of time.
Too slowly in the darkness - it goes by.