THE SUN, THE FLOWER AND THE EYE

Turn around said the thatch to the shadow on its threshold

The noon day sun has gone to chase the evenings first star

and won't return till night has passed,  delicate pastel flower

Turn around and and let me see those dazzling petals of gold

For it is a mundane life to be a decorated wooden post

Struck with my roots deep in the sand, witness to a passing host

Turn back whispers the conical shack, an undergrowth dome

Rustling in the evening dance of the seaside breeze

Witnessing rarity, a hallucination disguised as a dream

The sun stays frozen by the snap of a curved finger

caught in mid-stance between a chase for luminosity

or a stare at the beams streaming black to golden brown

Take shelter beneath my broad shadow implores the dark canopy

Blend your ideals and colour sublime with a cup of caffeine

Captivation undiluted over bare branches, a glowing pastel sheen

The cool air brings respite from the harsh pervading glare

The sudden intrusion of a delicate touch for a digital stare

Captured instantly on the confines of a tiny screen

Blind happiness, serendipitous blink of an eye

cloaking life's essence with the duality of the brothers gemini

Turning sea to reflected pink bringing forth a silly grin

And who knows what design will reveal in the next frame

whether mythical vision will stay or speed as a collective sigh

is laid down at the altar of an imminent goodbye