Out of Sight

Sifting idly through the sediment
and detritus of days, 
dipping spoonbilled into thought,
his reason left him, madness too.

He cast away floating outside possibility,
beyond all hope and stability,
to submerge himself completely
within the sweetness and the entreaty,
of the subliminal.

He felt the marching past of sound,
saw passion pooling on the ground,
tasted colour as a rainbow on his lips.
Watched the future and the past
spin a symphony of glass,
while virtue danced round and round with sin.

He touched the aroma of deceit 
as it quivered in defeat,
before fragility and honesty and trust.
Felt the heaviness of lust try to readjust,
innocence floated by upon on a breeze.

Coloured vapours rose around
that enveloped him with sound,
seductive, he became one with a chord.
His soul began to hum,
with the song that had begun,
vibration played upon him like a string.

All he ever knew, ever felt that he could do,
ever longed for, or thought he could possess,
was plucked neatly from within,
and sent off in a spin,
for perserverance and harmony to caress.

Like a blue sky thermal day,
that needs no cloud to say,
it exists, you simply feel it with your wings.
He rose into the light, dissolving from all sight,
and the song that he had learnt began to sing.