40 minutes in my wandering mind

Sun
Fire in the morning
Blaze above the azure sky
‘til blackness returns.

Black cat
The darkest of voids
Lit only by your bright eyes
and their piercing gaze.

Rain
At first a nuisance
Retreats to obscurity.
Your constant patter.

War
This cruel expansion.
Culture, peace, democracy
Shall not be destroyed.

Progression
If we must traverse
The many pathways ahead,
Which route leads forward?

Music
Words cannot convey
Those things which music can say
To those who listen.

Poetry
What is poetry
If not the precipice of
Communication.

Daisies
The daisies out front
Keep getting trapped in the door
While we come and go.

Disclaimer: I am not a poet.