SWIRL

As i look up everywhere

the branched ceiling filters with care

changes everything in sight

for a moment i lose myself in the light

watch swirls as they collide

they're but a simple phenomenon

an understatement of the storm inside

as the light slowly subsides and darkness presides

i marvel as i realise the beauty they both create in this transition of space and time

i know them both well enough

they're part of me eveyday it's the same old game

who'll win over the slave

i lose myself again in the swirls of dark and light

as each hurricane collides