There’s a charm in the chaos these days
The lights stay on and the music doesn’t change
The gaze looks beyond the motion
Beyond the obviousness of affairs
The obvious ceases to interest
And unusual ceases to caress.
Sometimes the mind doesn’t know
Pressure cooker blows
And the bucket overflows
Open eyes look for the sight unseen
And when closed witness the serene.
That’s when dreams creep in…
Into the spaces…
Spaces left untouched
Yet somehow scathed.
But the visions brighten up the voids,
Mollify the morose,
Readies the soul,
Welcoming the new days to rise.