Sweet Bitter Slumber

Found a random 'poem' (if you can call it that) on my phone... Sometimes I wonder if words are enough to express and share the beauty of the world...?


Sweet Bitter Slumber

The wind blows at the leaves,
It pulls at my hair;
Yet I cannot feel its chill on my face,
Awaiting for the wind
To lift me from this waking slumber.

April's essence in June;
Constantly moistens the sweet air,
Like crystal jewels,
Illuminations of a thousand colours,
Reflected towards my eyes.

The most lustrous ebony blackbird,
Seems brown in the light,
Sombre plants grow envious in the shade,
The clouds up so high grow anxious;
Thickening and casting shadows on the lands.

Time changes all things,
The wind grows and re-adjusts course
(Beauty never lasts long),
It's tempestuous anger mounts high
Waiting in imminence.

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device