Thought Recovery And Coping With The Psychological Misgivings of A Moon Found Falling On My Eyelids This Early Morning, Or Is It Evening?

Deep in the heart I frolick with laughter drenched in hues of blue and yellow. Red, red is just too drawn and distant tonight. I am calling from the distance and the echoes of my valved voice wander through the hills and the valleys, and hopefully, find you sleeping soundly.

But, then again, it is not fair fortune whose all too timely measure bereaves me of this heart-song sung in the late night hour. Perhaps its just a calling future whose only wayward message is to be done in the ways of foolishness and melancholy.

I am such as water does when it digs the deep ground and lay silent for decades.

When the music starts, I start with it, and never before; as do I end when the song has been sung.

*I do not know where all this came from; interpret as you wish, but I do believe my bed is calling.

C.A.Dominick