A PICTURE FOR POSTERITY

The evening shades of grey captured by the unseen eye

reveals an ideal, reclining in idyllic repose

And those that chance upon this pose, unhindered,

profiled against a window leading to nowhere

become victims of their own shortness of breath

Ideas fly, scattered about like falling dew

Unformed, omnipresent, waiting for thoughts to condense

Waiting in anticipation like a child searching

in a roomful of presents for the one with a name

while breath plays truant from its harbour of existence

Enslaved by the vision of pixelated beauty

wrapped in the luxury of victorian blue

The eyes are fixed hypnotic in a rhapsodic knot

that time forgets as the seconds tick on by

leaving the onlooker with voiceless veneration

The air stays stuck in the middle of an inhale

rubbing shoulders with a tongue awestruck

Normalcy projected by the invisible force of the lonely

Pins the picture for posterity in a cerebral folder 

Breathe ! A whisper, breaks the paralytic reverie