DWELLER

I am a creature of habit wanting
little beyond the moment I live in.

Passing days and immortal nights
Caught between the silent eternity
of twilight and dawn where shadows 
 beneath silhouettes form light 
 surrounding the storm. 

Clouds forming patterns of symbolism
In a constant state where distant
possibilities impress me.

Dwelling in constant hope! spoken words
would never compare to thoughts that
flow words set in ink the reason I think
so I am.

A man of simple gain the dark and light are
my treasure I skip between with pleasure .
I have screamed loud underneath the biggest
bell and felt it resonate back through its shell.

Having dwelt in dark and light I see it as I might.