In the swirl of nothingness.

Cheerless is the sky
when clouds greet
in leaden grey.
How thoughts dim
in the shining light
becoming aroused
in the dark of night.
What idea penetrates
the skull through
eye sockets empty,
lighting the walls
in rainbow elegance
only to leave
like the wind unnoticed?
There was chattering
in the silent room,
a swirl of a flame,
a candle burning,
and a weathered table
where the shadow of
the skull had moved.