My eyes on the horizon-
My mind a thousand miles away-
I feel the subtle flow of space,
Embrace me in its core essence.
Soulful moments of solitude-
Precious moments of loving silence,
I ruminate on the abstract - distractedly.
Red eyes - half closed,
I deep-dive into the granular depths,
Of the many concentric circles of lies,
That beseech me.
Holding me ransom -
A captive to their bonds.
A strange ennui sets in,
Ringed by revulsion waves.
The Wisdom's prediction,
At the predicament -
Cackle Cackle,
The old soothsayer laughs,
Pointing at her crystal- now foggy.
I imagine the waves lapping at my feet,
As another image brings peace.
A much loved face in sharp contrast-
Near - yet so far.
And shall always be so,
Aloof - in inadmissible silence.
The trusted upturned face looks up,
Its soft features blurred.
The child's trust- indelible.
The mother's love,
Inexpressible.
Yet, ironically,
The weight of the chains,
Burden me,
The escape routes shine brighter,
As I creep back stealthily,
To the haven that space alone creates for me-
A shelter from the noise.
My world away from the symbols.
