23 August 2012
I lie here, in my soft bed, Cold airy breeze, the night outside my window sends
Soft flannelette doona, on which I rest my head, Fingers tapping at the screen in my hand
The smell of dinner, lingers into my room, And the sizzling sound calling me much too soon
I feel so calm in this content state, Smells alighting memories of an earlier date
Good old Opuss, making me feel at home, Amidst its loving arms, of words and poems.
I'll read on, until I hear my mother beckon, To tell me dinner's ready, it'll be yum I reckon
----- I know, I know, lame poem, but this is how I am at the moment and I felt compelled to tell someone!
this is me CHILLAXED • Opuss № I