Dandelions in the Snow.

The Blob and the Giant Red Beetle.

A disquiet head

bows into darkness

heavy lids are comatose

a head is cradled

the eye then peeps open

focusing on nothing in particular

yet something quite particular

leads to another realm

the form leads to an ellipses

but of sight

robbing vision of precision

and visual delight

the scene is that of nothing but haze

and on the edges

tiny dancing blobs

like rainbow doppelgangers

forming words 

like melody smudged together 

increasing and decreasing in size

as the body moves like a cradle

till the haze in the mind

brews in the eyes

brewing up a flow

and heat on the cheeks

few are observant

most do not notice

this new-born world

which was forever there

the iridescence quickly forgotten

the colors make no memory

the portal left open

waiting like the sea

like eternity

fortuitously a bug

dominating the peripheral sight

could pass the line of vision

like a blot of waltzing red

blown up in size

too big for tired eyes

a blot of indolent pace

dancing away from sight.