In the Mood Chamber
Where echoes happen.
Patterns according to my understanding
Reoccur but never are the same
Silhouettes of people I remember
Reappear often with a different name.
The variations in the colour of the sunset
Birdsong changes in the echoes of the hills
Diversification merges in the panorama
Autumn merges with the cold and winter chills.
The fresh ideas I have in the morning
Change their minds later in the day
And is part of the translucent fluctuations
Mingled with the words I heard you say
The divergence fills my heart with introspection
I watch my moods move like the shifting sands
What I’m holding can be vulnerable
And slip away quietly from my hands.
In the mood chamber where the echoes happen
And reverberate and drum a different tune
My thoughts wander beyond the inaccessible
And disappear in the first light of the moon.
Moments of soliloquy are golden
A second completely free from change
Lost in the now amongst a blissful moment
Using love as a medium of exchange.
I’m lost in some whimsical distractions
Then surface to see that the status quo
Has transformed into diversifications
New horizons that I didn’t know.
Variations are parts of the parcel
They colour everything I say and do
From the messages, I receive in the nighttime
To a fresh day adorned with morning dew.
©
David Rudder
2023
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