A Thought

The wind, calm as light penetrates the morning canvas Not a sound, except for my defeated heart That reverberates through my soul The smell of the crimson red sky; cool sweet lilac and myrrh Warns me of a tempestuous day A heartfelt tiding of mediocrity The greeting of your most irreverent facade Has driven from me, any appreciation of a summer dawn I have not the strength to summon a thought Or a thought Or a thought Or a thought Maybe a kind word Will lift this veil And allow me the strength For a thought