A Daydream

Neuronal impulse,

in abeyance of motion or disturbance,

relieve coiled fiber,

like the quiescent leaf,

gently rippling,

then descending,

within a translucent winter’s pool.

Inflected forms,

of steady uninterrupted rhythm,

echo in wavelets of consonance,

to a blissful reverie.

She is content here,

adrift in possibility,

of unbound permutations,

of melancholy existences,

of infinite hope.

In this place,

romanticism takes true forms,

idealism is more than thought,

wickedness recedes, defeated.

In this place,

parents stay youthful,

friendships endure,

forgiveness remains possible.

Oh, as I yearn to join her,

of the cold door to be closed,

indeed, the hushed night air,

to my afforded passage,

provisioned at a beckoning fork.

   -  Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting  "A Daydream"

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Revised: 01/07/06.