Life
snakes around
as he sits.
Still
as a statue.
The blur of life
folds through
this paper thin
wrinkled skin
of reality
which covers his view.
In his ears,
true artistic
beauty,
gorgeously
embracing him
in a glorious
swirl of sounds.
Slowly fading
like the sunlight
over town.
His vision splits,
then ripples
into the greying
evening as he slips
into vivid daydreams.
A bright picturesque scene,
within a forest, emerald leaves
under daybreak sunbeams.
The trees moving around
as he sits perfectly
still. The serenity
of the visual screen
eases the aching muscles
and their internal scream.
He sits, the songbirds
singing crowded house.
The day turns to night,
as candles ignite the universe.
The surface flicker like glitter
under glimmering light.
The trees not so dense in this hour.
Scattered around, barely swaying,
their branches welcoming the night in.
Wearing its gown like shroud,
letting the moon have her moment.
Displaying her beauty
to the gathered crowd,
displacing the day,
letting it sleep
whilst she holds the night open
like a doorway to a world,
safe and sound.
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