Too much,

Too little,

Then nothing.

Gray sky.

Black sky,

Blue.

My moods waning from here to there.

The dog whimpers in her sleep

And I wonder was it a good whimper or is 

There something

Disturbing going on in her dream?

I walk to the door and open it

As if welcoming some unseen guest.

Is it merely air that i need?

My imagination being of no steadfast company

To me this day.

And words, well

They are all crashing in my brain,

And as quickly as they come,

None.

So here I am standing, staring into the trees 

Waiting for some big

Realization.

All I can think of is you.

Once again you have saved me and I cannot 

Form words;

Bring breath to the why or how.