Travesty

(from 'the early years'...)


Travesty

The man is sitting alone
In his chair
Within a crowd of nothingness.

The illusion of reality
Casts shadows upon the walls,
Defying the law of gravity.

He rises and pierces the black
With a melted candle;
Expressing himself in the glow.

He escapes to a window,
Watching amber raindrops splash
A smile crosses his face in a thought.

He dreams of a place far, far away
His friends exist in the past,
His smile explodes into laughter
Then weeping.

The travesty blossoms into full
Reality,
Consuming his heart, mind and soul.
He glares out the window in wonder.

A teardrop escapes from his eye,
And races down his face to the floor.
He smiles and resumes his sitting.

Bowing his head he vanishes;
Leaving only a crowd of nothingness
And an amber teardrop on the floor.