Wisps of Imagination

I woke up at 2 in the morning with this in my head, and really liked it, so i had to write it down. When i woke up the next morning, i had forgotten i had written it, but there it was, on my computer screen.

Silence
Darkness
Thought
As pervasive as the night from which it stems
Through the mists and harrows of the world
Through the bones of the earth
Through the bleakness of the spaces in between
As wayward as a zealous storm
Stillness
Ambient
Thought

Author's Note

I'm curious to hear what you all think about this, as i'm still not sure what i was thinking exactly, heh.

Reviews

[The Poor Man's Poet]

I like your poem, I think its nice work. I like the form too.
I once woke up with a poem in my head and wrote the poem (I Have time)
I thought something was wrong with me so I wrote (Poet's Affliction)
A good friend told me, I'm not crazy, just inspired.
Muse's don't call before they pay us a visit.
So instead waking up with the smell of perfume
you have a thought in you head that consumes.