plants which may mark

a room full of made up

stories was never so stoic

and so solid and so familiar

as the wall which disappeared

in front of my eyes yet after

one minute the final mood

will not be broken and

no after thought action can

be what drains me last

but the recharge moment

comes when the light brings

up into the room again

and everything that can

bring a smile into your

soul has grown into a

simple and unique shine

but who could not see

that it was where

I was meant to be