First thought never comes alone.
Always more… legions of memories,
Or wishes or sad feelings,
All wrapped into a shell.
Never comes sweetly into view.
Pronounced as some grand mountain…
But hazy, foggy, realness stealing pictures,
Stealing sounds of life and fear!!
First thought never joyous in awakening;
Always low and dark… intruding.
Casting sadness into shadows,
Forcing saneness into view.
First thought, negative emotion, pain-
Or guilt or fear.
A longing for some peace, some laughter.
For the music to return within my soul again;
And leave me full and happy,
As the sunlight on my morning wall!!…