Moods

 

I join each day in the flow of its current

Compatible or not I try to adjust myself

The day often conflicts with my waking mood

I walk along a darkened corridor

Feeling my way with uncertainty

I welcome the unexpected yet cherish routine

Spontaneity can disturb or delight

Outside I embrace sun, shower or rain

Only the wind aggravates my soul

I react, respond with little thought

Only when alone am I the author of originality

Capable of constructed intelligent ideas

I greet the night and a prayerful end

As the shadows carry me into a new realm of being

Beyond wind, corridor, gloom or mood