The Scene

Outside my window.

Photograph by Author.

In the quieter moments
when others are asleep
I enjoy sequestered moments
when my thoughts flow deep

And other times when I’m alone
my mind is satisfied
I reminisce and daydream
and my ideas are magnified.

Sequestered in my world
moments turn into days
and feelings I’ve had hidden
burst into a sudden blaze.

There is a world of my own
where no one else has been
I keep insights sequestered
others have never seen.

I meditate and calculate
the painting in the frame
the story told inside my life
that often is the same.

I look outside the window
and drink the tranquil scene
that drifts into my senses
where the entire world is green.

These are the magic moments
often only visualised
a fortune in rare diamonds
changed and crystallised.

©

David Rudder
2024

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