Avid: A Walk

I've seen the sky as it churns,
as it bowls over itself in waves of tremulous folds;
I've seen the moon as it hides,
behind the crests of this midnight sea...

I've heard the wind as it breathes,
as its fingers find my core;
I've heard the leaves' pleas for hope,
that they fall not far from home...

I know it now...

..Just outside my window;
A soft ringing of chimes,
carrying, as has been carried before,
the tiniest song to my ears,
merely hoping that I hear..

And I wonder where I'd heard it before,
for such a song it is to hear,
that it could sing me to sleep,
painting dreams to accompany me.

Paint the scenes I'd been hoping to find,
or hadn't yet discovered;
A portrait - perchance unexpectedly so -
of something I'd known, but forgotten;
a mosaic of pinpoint colors,
brightened by the darkness which surrounds,
if only momentarily so, such that I might see them again...


--
"Right then. What do you make of this one?"
"Tabbed is it?"
"Just up there. Yep, right there."
"Ah."
"Well?"
"To be honest, he probably hasn't the slightest idea what he's done."
"How do you figure?"
"Just look at it. Then look at everything else. We've been here the whole time, we know where all this is coming from."
"True. But what does it mean in terms of... you know."
"I really don't know that it means for that."
"That's what scares me, because if you don't know, he sure as hell doesn't know."
"We'll just have to wait and see."
"Quite."