A quilt of colours descended upon me
Momentarily the traffic in my head
Ground to a standstill
And absorbed the warmth and safety
Underneath it’s caring touch
My mind pondered and the next
Train of thoughts were queueing in my head
A cushion beckoned me to be still
But curiosity debated to wonder
At what hour would I make the plunge
and escape the dungeon
Of the corners of my weary mind
A shrill scream of an alarm clock
Broke the deadlock
I would arise and move beyond
The prison of thought
Induced by bed’s call

Copyright Brendan G Quinn