There are Days

There are days so novel and new;

When the playful sounds of a busy morning
awaken my heart, And I feel designed for some meaningful event plotted for no one but me 

I am poised, like a cheetah, quick and sure footed,
And my mind is running with flawless perfection.

There are days when I hear the quiet
whisper of rain and the silence of a gray fog
Like the bowing of a single cello 

I lay there, like a kitten on a rug, and my room is still; 
The curtains lay open, but I shut the world out,
Pondering life and moments gone from me

There are days when the air feels like a feathery cloud, dreamy and distant
Like I don't belong to myself or the world
And places familiar to me seem strangely different,
Like I’m wandering through a play,
As a character; The one I chose to be,
But don't recognize.

There are days, like today when colors are neutral
And my feelings are a mix of boredom and peaceful delight, nd the senses are blank
Like a canvas waiting to be painted.