Bus Stop

A pool of soft music fills my ears.
Gracing my cheek are falling tears.
I transcend my world on a tide of sound.
A flurry of leaves lifts me from the ground.
Light thunders across my eyes
In a symphony of booms and cries.
This is the engine which drives my being.
This makes up the air which I’m breathing.
A cool breath enraptures and teases.
An icy chill resonates and releases
A force which surrounds me on all sides,
Leading me to the path less tried.
A dredge of lost dreams clears in my wake.
They float dejectedly in a fallen lake.
Mist rises from ripples rolling
To wrap me in a cloak consoling.
The cocoon fulfills me; inherits my sorrow.
The grey duvet gives me hope for tomorrow.
The wave rises with each stroke of key.
I drink it all in; I feel utterly free.
It races through my body in a rushing beat.
I feel energized suckling from Nature’s teat.
I surf the crest to another world
In a sudden leap of time unfurled.
I pause to catch my breath and admire the view
Of all the colors’ shades and hues:
Red, orange, grey, and brown
Combine to stitch Mother Nature’s gown.
They’ve never seemed so beautiful before.
They coalesce into something more.
Trees fade away in a gradual escape.
The sun covers their window with a glinting drape.
The white horse comes galloping in darkest night.
It whispers to me with its humbling light.
Fate’s golden hand brings me forth in no rush
To a rain which sings in a deafening hush.