“Sitting”

By A Poem Guy

Calm.

The whirling wind calls to me.

Serene.

The grass blows like a candle in the dark.

Quiet.

My thoughts alone,

This big expanse to call my own.

Warm.

Like a blanket,

The soft yellow glow on my face.

Secluded.

Now neck on the ground,

The green tickles and pokes,

But begins to calm down.

Thoughts.

Wandering through the expanse of the void,

A darkness of solace and joy.

All my possibilities employed.

Dusk.

Red fills the once blue sky,

Yellow and orange fly to my eyes.

A brief moment of beauty above all.

Night.

Red to white,

The dark of my heart,

Absorbed to the now black sky.

Light.

A sphere of rock stares back at me,

Reflecting the sphere of brightness and glee.

But the night is not as quiet,

Crickets play their harpsichords,

Mantises their violins,

And as the beetles begin the drum of the coming dawn,

I must return,

To the place I stand.