by Lauren Scott

I wish I could say I’m embraced
by the magic
of the melancholic rock art band
with my love next to me,
my right hand tucked into his left,
transported to a dreamlike
state of mind…
but I cannot lie,
transparency in the eyes.
Every worry at this very moment
wriggles through mind,
muscles, and nerves
pulling me into moody blues.
Even the sky mirrors my emotions
wearing its stone gray,
and the wind in its fierceness
is angry at something,
at what? I am unaware.
The temperature, cold in May –
where is the warmth of the rays
that will calm the worries
into hibernation, at least for now?
“Isn’t Life Strange”
how our moods change
with the roll of the clouds
or drops of the rain.
Moody blues and me
on this bluesy gray day.

© Lauren Scott, BaydreamerWrites.com

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