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