Wonders my eyes see

I sense a vague disparity between the blues and the reds. As I walk through a trodden path my eyes meet clouds so white, they shimmer cautiously. The birds animating the backlit aura and singing effortlessly, a hymn for the weekend maybe. A brook flowing on my right, making a pleasant noise. Towering trees on my left, and the wind whistling through their leaves, melody to my ears. The sky is vibrant, so many colors dancing before my eyes, how little I can see, how beautiful the sight is. As I take a step forward, barefooted, I feel the grass cushioning every step I take- a carpet so beautiful no money can buy.

To my sheer excitement as I gaze above, I see the sun, so beautiful that I stand still, feeling it's warmth touching my soul. Every delicate touch of it's rays penetrating my skin, I couldn't be more happy. The red rust surrounding it's beautiful curves, blending in, just letting a couple of thin bright lines shine on my face. The shadows, they change lengths perpetually as the sun goes down, I want to hold it in my hands and let it burn through all the darkness within me. If only you were with me, you'd start crying in my arms; and the sun would evaporate your tears.

Hold my finger firmly and let me walk you through this dream. The trouts spinning and the water so wavy I just want to flow with it. A sorrowful thought fills my heart that I have to leave now. Leave with nothing but memories and the fragrance with those memories. I will hold onto them forever and pass them onto someone I love. As I trace back my steps, the sun traces back it's shadows, forcing clouds to take over the curtain and a beautiful night falls before my eyes. As the clouds are pushed away ever so slightly, a display of pure white takes over my universe. The moon with all it's beauty takes my breath away. A tangible fabric came into existence distorting realities far away, for my reality indeed is the most beautiful among all. 

Tired, I walk back home and climb up my stairs wooden, I love the creaking sound they make, as if asking me to not walk over them. A gentle breeze wooshing all over my face, I rush to my bed. I turn off the lights and wrap myself in a blanket as I feel a gentle gush of wind hit my face, and the curtains uneasy, I lay down with my cat on my chest, buried in dreams, and we both fall asleep.

Ihsaan Want.