I look out of a window
as it throws a pretty reflection
for a moment the light moves
in slow motion across the room
I think about loneliness
but I am not lonely
I am holding on to hope
like it means something
behind the black curtain
of my secret life
I keep searching for
some kind of light
I feel the warmth of the
sun and I smile
I study the art of
simplicity
a shiver of emotion
sparks a reflection
of silver blue
I wrestle between
belief and truth
there is a milk white cloud
spilling across the sky
my thoughts skip
like stones upon
the still waters of
childhood memories …
Clay.M