In the quietest part of the day

by justbekozlowski

In the quietest part of the day,
Your dreams all hurry away,
You’re left with closed eyes,
But to your surprise,
You open them up anyway.

As you water the plants on your skin,
The rain pours but never gets in,
But under that hair,
Is the organ where,
Your ideas run thick and thin.

In the quietest part of the day,
We can think whatever we may,
For that time is ours,
There are no powers,
Turning all of our thoughts to grey.

So during the time that’s yours,
Enjoy the rain that pours,
And think of the people,
With brains filled with treacle,
And think colourful wonderful thoughts.