In the Daylight

I poured my thoughts out on paper and drank the daylight in . 
Strong winds blew the day along and poetry began to spin . 
Snow fell down upon the ground as thoughts drifted to the sky . 
The outside world disappeared there was mist inside my eye . 
I couldn’t see a single thing as hailstones hit the streets . 
As the mist left my eyes I poured myself between the sheets .