The burnt-out ends of smoky days
Just like candles lit though the dark night
Smoke goes up like out of a chimney stack
Thoughts dissipating like that smoke
Like the tail of an exotic bird
Thoughts come in bright flashes
Flying by at top speeds
Breaking the slow steady flow of thoughts
Soaring free; thoughts roam
Through open fields and rushing winds
The endless windy sky
Soar as short as summer's end
Rolling down the lane like waves in an angry sea
Thoughts of emotion come swiftly
Rushing in a frenzy of jealousy
Everything stills, calm of the storm
The warm afternoon on a swing
A story is woven
With soft thoughts and relaxing dreams:
Sit below the clouds and sleep
Shining like new foil in sun
Thoughts of brilliance flash
Genius; then they are gone
Out of sight and out of mind
Sara Biel