What are you thinking?

Here in the darkness
For oft the mind
Seeks inspiration
From need to unwind
It needs not flowers
Meadow or perfect dawn
Only peace and quiet
To hear itself; be drawn.
With ink or brush
Or paint or quill
Its thoughts at a rush
To be inscribed by will
And want for space
To be observed
And perhaps rephrased
To fit different canvas
And parchment anew
Adjusting by wider Point of View.

Sreedevi

Step by Step

One more and then I’m a little closer;
On the path that is keeping me in the air,
While the ground is crumbling to dust
Around my feet. But I can see
Nothing but the tiny curl of your lips,
Into the closest thing to my heart;
And a smile that will light up my way
Through darkness and despair,
Like it’s keeping my feet in the air.

Sreedevi.