WHEN THE MOOD MOVES

WHEN THE MOOD MOVES A bland life to date, almost bleak No vibrant colours just misty buff Then suddenly, a big seismic shift Feeling the dark mood slowly lift Knowing that you’ve had enough As finally, the inner self can speak Sensing a warm bright illumination It now offers one a new perspective Seeing detail not recognised before And tomorrow is now an open door Even an opportunity to be selective It surely is an overdue perturbation Sadness that was in the background Now comes to the fore with a smile It’s so easy to wave goodbye to black Just looking forward and never back The best it has been for a long while Such a joyful release one has found