scatterings

When sundown pales the the sky,

I want to hide a while behind your smile,

to help me put all my blues behind.(Donovan)

These days have passed and I am not able to sit and ponder in my twilight hour. For my body is so wracked with pain and my thoughts have become like a vast fog forming over the sea...unclear, unreal. Whilst I see the movement of the sea, I am unable to feel it.....whilst I feel the words within me, I am not able to offer them.

My thoughts are scattered like autumn leaves in a wind, unable to be collected together..and those who know intense pain...will understand the temporary closure of the soul.