Eerie Feeling Of Timelessness
© Surazeus
2018 11 05
Strolling in rain on the big city street,
lone human by the stream of shining cars,
Samuel whistles classical melodies
he improvises to sound like wild tunes
Beethoven composed during thunder storm,
and his heart swells huge with ecstatic joy.
Wet from rain his unruly puff of hair
writhes plastered to his pale forehead and cheek
as he strides against raindrops with long steps,
green wool coat flapping against his bold legs,
and his eyes shimmer gray in dim sunlight
as he breathes deep pungent air of delight.
After composing symphony of tunes
complete with melodies for strings and horns,
which imitate strange emotional sense
of that eerie feeling of timelessness
that possesses our souls during wild rain,
Samuel walks inside the department store.
Once all the employees go home and lock
the glass doors of the large department store,
Samuel sweeps and mops the shiny white tiles,
and whistles melodies of flashing thoughts
that express in complex sonata structures
emotions of loneliness and despair.
Late at night Samuel leaves the empty store
and walks forty blocks through the streets of Boston
past gusts of wind blowing dead leaves from trees
to his apartment where he lies in bed
and whistles haunting melody of hope
to reflect glow of streetlights on the wall.
© Surazeus
2018 11 05
Strolling in rain on the big city street,
lone human by the stream of shining cars,
Samuel whistles classical melodies
he improvises to sound like wild tunes
Beethoven composed during thunder storm,
and his heart swells huge with ecstatic joy.
Wet from rain his unruly puff of hair
writhes plastered to his pale forehead and cheek
as he strides against raindrops with long steps,
green wool coat flapping against his bold legs,
and his eyes shimmer gray in dim sunlight
as he breathes deep pungent air of delight.
After composing symphony of tunes
complete with melodies for strings and horns,
which imitate strange emotional sense
of that eerie feeling of timelessness
that possesses our souls during wild rain,
Samuel walks inside the department store.
Once all the employees go home and lock
the glass doors of the large department store,
Samuel sweeps and mops the shiny white tiles,
and whistles melodies of flashing thoughts
that express in complex sonata structures
emotions of loneliness and despair.
Late at night Samuel leaves the empty store
and walks forty blocks through the streets of Boston
past gusts of wind blowing dead leaves from trees
to his apartment where he lies in bed
and whistles haunting melody of hope
to reflect glow of streetlights on the wall.
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