Heavenly Lost

Luca D’Alberto’s soft neoclassical tunes

whisper in my ears.

Piano keys interweave

with violin pizzicatos

in an orchestral crescendo.

The wide array of trees swaying,

Dancing,

to the beat of the lovely breeze.

The sun nonchalantly peering

in and out amongst the many clouds

that pepper the blue skyline.

The wind picks up playing havoc with my

hairless head. The trees

now veer dangerously

to the ground below.

The loose papers fly off.

My Panama hat takes off like a seagull

leaping into flight.

The cigar remains firmly between my lips

and the laptop in front of me.

But my mind.

It’s gone.

Lost in the ambiguity of time.

Lost in the boundlessness of space.

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