Light goes on and off prompting me
to make a move to the outside gloom.
Clueless, I, stand gazing
at the heavenly view.
These intoxicating clouds, serving as the porous roof,
makes it dark
yet bright enough to leave me wide eyed
at its beauty.
The massive patterns inked in black across the sky,
messy as it appears
yet clear enough for I to comprehend the rhythm
of my pounding heart.
Moist breeze rushes past me leaving a few strands of hair
all over my face
yet I feel every hint of air sucked out
of my lungs.
While the ticklish gentle drizzile leaves me shivering
I watch the water finding its way,down the street,
Now, the leaves are glittering and I see the green dominating
yet there are countlessly large sum of
concrete mountains surrounding.
The towers , strong and tall,that they appear,
but for the microscopic,now-clear cracks.
just like an alcoholic confessing his flaws when drunk,
the drenched soul of mine escapes from the embrace of make-believe.
the more secure and warm this place turns,
paranoia sweeps into my veins,alerting me.
however,the place,now is sound and serene
except for the swoop of cranes passing the dark sky.
An invisible anchor in my chest pins me to this panorama
no more than a bewitched juvenile that I am ,to resist this intense charm.