I write - XLIV

I write...

Of a throbbing silence
Of palpable quiet
Of a sinking feeling
Slowly creeping up inside
Of impending doom
And blue-gray gloom

When suddenly
There's a burst of orange, green, yellow
I hear tinkling bells
In my mind, a new mantra
That I struggle with, yet recite

An excitement inside of me
A tingle in my toes
A new joy in my fingers
As they fly

When I write