CONSUMED BY MOODS

 Consumed by moods

of rich dark green

and tender pink,

I sink into a space

that molts my heart.

I weep a song

that dolphins sing

and wait for life to set me free

hoping that some mystic other,

not myself

will come and pry apart

the rigid crust

embalming me.

                  © n.e.w. 3.9.2012, Spotted Frog