Chillin' Words

these are chillin' words
late night words of
candle light, essential oils
of trying to find
a balance between the music and
the soft, soft sound of the rain
falling all day long
but only heard when something equally beautiful
threatens to drown it
in soft, black velvet blankets
or crimson perhaps
or deep, deep summer night's blue

chillin' words
an escape perhaps
from a world I do my best to block out anyway
escaping from escape
no stories tonight
just me
a moment of blissful oblivion
and the soft, soft sound of the rain
wrapped in its velvet blanket
that flows through me
with such beauty
as these chillin' words
mark the beginning of another autumn