(scene from seeing life from a perspective )

Maybe like daylight between words
he got it right that time
As the strumming got louder
and the wind over water
made his smile stronger

Borrowed from the sleepless nights
of his singed thoughts
Lost creativity low productivity
like the last requiem in a family scene

looking for something detached
vague like smoke from his cigarette
someone whistles across the field…….
Till the picture fits into the music
I ll stay here thought he
till it reminds me of all that used to be unrefined
like letters that faded with time…………