He sits on a chair as old as time itself –
Surveying the world through liquorice eyes
blinking away the visions of being caught between this world
and the next.
Blinking away a tear
as the tragedy in all its grimness emerges
a tarnished, disturbed earth
Could be so perfect…
Another day dawns dazzling and bright.
Nightfall descends and plummets further and further
into the dimness
he feels the pull of the sea behind him, calling him,
from whence he came.
But still he sits, motionless
until with a final view, he rises slowly
and heads back to the sea
where he submerges and is consumed by the deep deep watery expanse
until nothing exists, but a stillness…
Thanks for stopping by
Until next time, Sharon