Standing solitary there,
Atop a softened crest.
He gazes down, stares
At all the many rest.
His soles anchored down
To his pondering place.
He slowly begins to drown,
Words spiral, start to race.
Rushing, whirling freeze,
Mouth open, breathe,
Eyes closed, squeeze,
Devious shadows wreathe.
His essence blurring,
Leaving nothing there.
His ponders slurring,
Stealing any and all air,
Startling color, breaking,
Bright magentas, fuchsias out.
Shades undertake his aching,
All his wonders and his doubt.
Sounds aplenty, pouring in,
Melodies wrapping 'round.
His eyelids flutter, a win,
Vibrants blocking out all sound.
He floats above his hill,
Letting tunes take him high.
Something sweet, a thrill,
Neon stars passing by.
