Something Different...

Thoughts fallen, as leaves to the autumn wind,
Softened voices whisper secretly.
The senses confused,
Seeing words spoken, hearing words written,
Touching nothing.
Winter's shroud clouds reason and judgment,
Casting shadows and aspersions.
Only the sun's warmth invades,
Fleeting yet hopeful.
So slowly time marches in aimless endeavor,
Searching forever's corners.
Eyes close and sounds disappear,
Drifting into slumber's peace.
Dreams awaken remembrance briefly,
Sensations renewed.
Cobalt waters glisten invitingly,
Waiting.

© J.J. Goodman 2013. All rights reserved.