Candescent

Light flickers upon the water
mimicking a mystical creature steering
ebbing slowly rhythmically breathing
rising and falling.

I sit and watch
entranced by the beauty
and warmed by the sun.

It is quiet here
my little oasis amongst the madness.

With each ebb I can feel the calm wash over me
my breathing changes pattern to keep time with the water.

The only time I'm happy
is here.
So I find myself amongst the briar roses and thorns
more frequently than I should.

No one notices my absence.

The sun is almost down now
the display will soon pass for another day
night will grasp the little inlet
extinguishing the light.

One, two, three, blackness
shrouds
till tomorrow
for tomorrow
is another
display.

Sometimes

Lost in the wondering of a wandering mind
Thoughts float and glide like bubbles from soapy hands
grasping but never holding together.

I find myself meandering, indirect and spacial.

Deep breaths, long sighs all the sign of my chain of thoughts floating.

I try to capture these bubbles but they just collapse all around me
so instead I just sit back and wait for them to come into view and then fade.

Focal points of light
illuminate the gloom
their ethereal phases turn and rotate
in and out of themselves
a bit like I do

Sometimes I wonder about my head
the weirdness of it
but most items I am thankful for the quirks.

So I rub my hands together and blow
and watch as the bubbles float.