Looking Through Stained Glass

The Idyll - The Real



In the morning sun he paints of the sea
Lush vistas of aquamarine
Dotted with odd little trade ships
A view very far from this urban life

This cold landscape of brick, glass, haze and smoke
Fast paced cars and faster living
Now assaults his olfactory
Thus again he sits in his chair come sdawn

With all the paints and brushes he can spare
Ever the Mystical Dreamer
He tries to hatch artistic scenes
Of all the seascapes where he’d rather be

Lost in the realms of his own creation
All but smelling the aromas
Of sun and sand and sea and palm
They’re unspoken melodies to his nose

This dreary day’s rain does not help at all
Reminders of the wet season
Its sulfured scent so familiar
His longing so deep for his childhood home

“How long has it been, whisper memories?
The tired spirit replies…too long!
In the rush to succeed in life,
The simple beauty of nature is lost.”

No more! He cries out in a fevered pitch
Canvases cast away in haste
Takes as sign the rain has just stopped
And blindly packs all that he can carry

Decades since he had stepped foot on this land
He was not prepared for the change
The idyll home he knew now gone
This isle near urban as the one just left

Crushed he falls to his knees and deeply sobs
Learning you can’t go home again
Locals gape at this man in tears
In the evening moon of the star-filled night



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