It's All In the Mind

It's All In The Mind The darkest corners of my room are Trembling from rumblings past, as usual As if they shook the shelves, dropped The clutter; it broke the spell Below the bed is a monstrosity He doesn't come out, afraid much Only peeks his head out During the thunderstorms He's bewildered about Lightning strikes the roof above, and I wonder- was there ever a day with snow; sun and dark collide eternal Screwing up the clock internal Making night a hell infernal Pushing through the sun immobile Parting dawn in halves eternal So let us have our snow Let us imprint angels on the white Or play with snowballs in the light Keep us on the ice Far removed from The darkest corners of my room