burrito

a deep undertone of crescendoes

growing and dying rumbles of wind

howling and groaning outside my cocoon

just beyond the tightly sealed window

an earth of green and blue

overlooking my little world.

candlelit

an idea of a dream

that is restless and huge in the night

once told in a land far far away

because there has been a lapse in time

what was to be dreary and dim 

is now cool and fresh

warmth wraps my heart

like a burrito