States Of Mind. Poem by Fay Slimm

Grey is a mind-map, sleep too
Is weak when it dreams gigantic
Lonliness, creating traps,
Covering moods with fine fabric
Netting of black. What deep hue
Does dawn bring to state of mind
Which sees only cold draft behind
Each ray of light? Yet, finding
Escape, reality's pan
Of bright shades surely can
Lift dull spirits and banish
Whatever is seen as blue.
If the sunshine rids burdens
With happiness it will, when
Mood lifts, liven hearts again.
See then what warm smiles can do.