Dazed and absorbed, impregnable and lost
It relaxes my eyes a little
Not having to focus on anything
Sometimes, tilting just a little bit higher
For it crinkles my forehead, a soothing massage
I stare too much at the wall
Often lost in my thoughts, zoning out from the world
Looking at the blank and empty white paint
Nothing has ever been more alive and bold with colors
For as I stare too much at the wall
I see flashes of life before me
White coats, and stethoscopes, black suits and crisp writings
Aeroplanes, red telephone booths, ridges and cliffs
Everyday markets, broken bricks of pavements, canoes & hillside huts
I see wheat fields and breezy afternoons, bicycle rides and library rooms
I see this man raising his head to the sky, arms wide open, undaunted by his nakedness
I see crowds in applause, people with eyes to the heavens, children..in their liveliest form.
Canopy of trees, brown crunchy leaves, blinking lights dangling nearby
More vividly than ever, I see your face.
Staring back. Contented. At peace.
Bearing a look that meant you understand.
A look that meant "it doesn't matter".
A look that meant "I'm here...always".
And I see...myself.
No longer looking down. No longer zoning out.
I know, I stare too much at the wall.
Sometimes, tilting just a little bit higher.
For it crinkles my forehead, a soothing massage..
And...it keeps in the tears from falling down hard.
