Unfolding

September 25, 2020 by forgottenmeadows 17 Comments

The day unfolded,

quietly,

as your mind drifted,

full of distractions.

A blatant contrast

to the serene light that fell on you,

as you laid out your thoughts

bare,

open like the skies,

infinite with possibilities,

of going anywhere…

but as the light faded into darkness

and the night sang the soft lullaby

you drifted again

to the beginning

or was it the end

in the circle of life.

 

poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels