Wisps of yesterday appear
And settle like the dew
Ghosts of thought haunt
With no walls to stop them
Absent light, anything goes
Consciousness lost the fight
Desire rules in the shadows.
Forming dreams
A voice tries to speak from the trees
To turn thoughts proper
The struggle between,
anxiety and peace
Night life is a slow breeze
Absent the sun and ambitions
No pressing needs
Creative meandering
No questions to pose
Morality hides in the back
A cool settled soul
A body at rest
As thoughts bump in the dark
Do not awaken me
Or disturb the sun
So I can stay a while
The Rational Element 