Rolling lists

Days unravel and the mind settles. The slight shakes of the morning light give way to a good thanksgiving. A praise for the eyes to unveil and see the reality.

Through the day the mind clatter with raging words and tumbles into a mass destruction.  Then the breath of calm overrides. The allowance of a hello echoes.

The silence of turbulence has had its moment and now the works of production have found a seated pit.

So now the rays of the sun have drowned themelves in this cooling darkness. The beginning of a new day has come forward. Though I am aware my mind has yet to completely draw away the thoughts. Nor has it shut down the brightest conversation.

Well into the night this mind of mone is still chattering to the lists found rolling down the aisles. Those countless boxes that need lids snapped tight.

Still inside the eye lids lay the brightest slate gray bulbs. Indeed time is ticking by and my thoughts are diminishing slowly.

Good news in an instance. The cooling of the lists and the mellow erasers find streaks but no heavy ink.

Time to say good night. Time to allow a dreamland to entertain those memories. Sticking close to the cells only when necessary.

Perhaps tomorrow the importance is there.

But tonight no.

I smile as sleep is entertaining. One by one I close the doors. Now sleep finds me at peace.

Good night, early morn.