his arms around his legs
his chin upon his knees
he stared at clouds on the horizon
precisely where the sun was going down

in reflections of light his life
meandered through his mind
the light
grew lighter and whiter and
the colours faded away

the echoes of his countless conversations
came round and round as in a vortex in slow motion
their meanings but a memory

his lasting love
the love that he had given
the love he had received
warmed his heart until
it was all that he could feel

the beach was still
the sea, the surf was slowing down and
as if it were a mirror the water ceased to move

a bright ray of blood-red sunlight
escaped between the clouds and the horizon
and struck his face

his eyes were closed
his heartbeat was too faint
to be real and
as if he were a sculpture
he had ceased
to breathe

He rested his tired eyes

he closed his tired eyes
his mind
blank and void of thinking
filled with sounds
sounds that he could see
but couldn’t hear

and these sounds
a multitude of colours
brilliant greens,
luminant reds,
violent scarlets and blues
and the hot and yellow oranges
burning through all of them
blinding his tired eyes

the colours mingled
but didn’t mix
they painted the universe
in vibrant splashes
in psychedelic flashes
and slowly
inaudibly at first
their sounds developed
a tune

and still blinded now he listened
and started to hear
and the tune, the theme
became a symphony
and he listened
and rested his tired eyes

Until she flies

one foot firmly planted
on the ground
one leg poised for a step
her toe touches
where she will stand

and she moves

one leg reaching
where she wants to be
her foot rolling off its balance
she tumbles forward

and arrives

again she tumbles
she staggers
nearly stumbles
and step by step
a rhythm emerges

and she walks

and she walks
and the rhythm takes hold
and the rhythm turns to music
music to hum to
music to dance to

and she sings

her feet now
hardly touch the ground
each tap of her toe
sends her floating
higher and

until she flies