The Stillness

Maybe its all this new snow, cabin fever, or just plain feeling blue.

The stillness ruled the night
midnight called to sad spirits
they answered with tears and sighs.

I looked to the moon
for comfort and answers.

Her cold beams
couldn't banish my pain.

The stars hid themselves
behind clouds.

Alone with mad thoughts
and terrible imaginings.

I stand at the window
waiting,
praying
for the sunrise.