Shut the window and

plug your ears, but still the 

clamoring remains 

Wind through the trees sings

a songs for me as, bathed in 

dappled light, I swoon 

Language is a lost 

art due to emojis, don't 

you think? [winky face]

Like a cat curled and 

asleep in the sun she can

still pounce at a stroke 

Blinded by smoke and

confused by mirrors they nod 

and agree all's well 

When thoughts spiral, take

a breathe, a beat, and know we

are all just human 

Clouded sun hides its

light, but, like Salome it

begins to unveil