Late at night when all is still

I hear the sounds of snowflakes

I see the mountains and the pines

And below I see a lake

Peace and quiet quivers in the early hours of Monday morning
While the ash gray clouds in the sky give the night a ghoulish

When the world is asleep, that's when they come

barging in on me. They interrupt my precious sleep.

Seems like deja

Late night thoughts

can boggle the mind

causing it not to rest,

but race...down the track of despair....

or....la te night thoughts

can

ALONE

Can anyone out there hear me tonight?

I am the wind that rustles the leaves.

I am the breeze that chills to the