Alone in a dark room
I lye still listening to the sounds of
The rain beating down my window pane like an african tribal drum
I listen to the wind blow a melodic tune similar to that of a jazz band
The crescendo of the night elevates, & stimulates me
I allow myself to embrace the solitude
As I lay, darkness enfolds me
Captivating my mind & body
Taking my spirit to a whole new plateau
The quiet storm settles in
Hushing the conflicts of daily life held within
The soothing rhythm of the night’s air
Is a lullaby for my soul.