I read and read and read and read,
and hope to remember the important things.
I hope and pray to be soon freed
From the horrors these unspeakables bring.
How lovely is this winter day!
The sweet cool wind to brush my cheek.
I look up at the sky: blue-gray-
But not at all so dark or bleak.
Fall softly like a warm sunset.
Why does the galaxy grow?
The skies sleep!
Sleep quietly like planets.