The Colour Of Butter

the homeward train
causes thoughts to flutter
in my mind
the whys, the hows
the rights , the wrongs
two sides of the same coin
the theory is
what you cannot see is dubious!
i look to the sky
and see the unfamiliar
in the familiar
an uniqueness in the general
the particular in the vastness
the afternoon is sunbathing
and i am a witness
to its tranquillity
as particles of heat rest
upon my forehead
i see the colour of butter
on the other side of my eyelids
totally acute
sipping the nectar
of a golden evening

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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