"Swaying"

A hot sultry evening -
one by one, like some shy bride
the thoughts come inside my head...
and then begin to gather,
these thoughts run wild!!!

A gentle breeze picks up,
and strings together the disconnected thoughts -
blowing like some untamed storm
in the depths of my
secluded mind.

It stops, slows down and starts again
But what are these thoughts?
That refuse to come during the light of the day -
when the mind wants to think???

Forwards and backwards...
faster and slower
and slower and faster again,
till the thoughts begin to drown,
and I am surrounded -

Perched in the same place,
Swaying...
With life.