Something almost brilliant happened last nightnI can't believe how easy it seemednNow in the morning - disbelief and trembling fingers;nAfter all, it must have been a dream…nIs this the start of something good, something golden?nI'm frightened and ecstatic at the thought.nIf this goes wrong, I'm deeper - deeper in the throes of darknessnI won't escape the next time that I'm caught…nnMeanwhile I'm just sitting at my window looking outnHoping for a different view some day to come aboutnBut where to go, and what to do? There is no answer here -nI dread that I'll be sitting here this very day next year…nnSomething almost brilliant happened last nightnI can't believe how easy it seemednNow in the morning - disbelief and trembling fingersnAfter all, it must have been a dream…nnMeanwhile I'm just sitting at my window looking outnHoping for a different view some day to come aboutnBut where to go, and what to do? There is no answer here -nI dread that I'll be sitting here this very day next year…nnStaring still, empty handed, lonely in my tired linennA clockface is a memory of doom -nA cloud of sweatpeas has gone brown;nI picked them, then I watched them drownnDecay fills every corner of my roomnThere is no strength in reaching outnMy head is filled with love and doubt…n