The hours roll around,
unseen in the afternoon bedlam,
extending until they cannot,
peaking just shy of their demise.

Keys on the table
catch the gold and send it my way,
enticing dreams of travel
to lands where my tongue cannot speak.

Water shimmers in shock waves,
disturbed by the movement of life,
resting only without vision
and locked in a vial of vitality.

Through a doorway,
moments flash by,
ignorant of observation.
Innocent in reality.

The smell of the wood attaches to the air,
pulling in the real world,
expelling the make-believe,
punishing the senses with its honesty.

Life, as presented,
unreal in all its aspects,
dies a death in the face of truth
and fades from the mind without fuss.

Paw prints impress their beauty
on the warping floor boards,
unapologetically romanticizing the mundane,
leaving only traces of what they were.

Clouds form on the horizon,
far from here, but within reach of the eye,
promising a painting,
when the moment is right.

A single kiss in this frame
brings emotion to the boil,
as the understated radiates far,
far into the light beyond.