Open your eyes and see.


Once again He walks past.
Dead expression, a shadow at dusk.
Staring into nothing- nothing
To start at.

The sun is bright, a dew dusts the grass.
Clouds whisk at the corner of the sky.
 ‘Look there! Isn’t that? Yes.
No. It’s Him. He is evil.’

Around the brick and mortar corner
He sits. Dead expression. Alone.
He looks up- stares at the walls
Of cement, a shadow cast across His vision.

A whisper of warm breeze
Folds it’s way across open fields.
The bright leaves cast a dark shadow.
‘There He is again, so strange.’

A solitary chair waits vacant.
He stands alone, staring from a window.
A cloud shadows the setting sun.
The world slipping into darkness.

The house is lit by a fluorescing light,
Its gentle white light glow filtering
Through an open door, fighting the night.
‘He’s out there, somewhere.’

A brisk breeze whips the leaves from the trees
He stands facing the bright light.
Someone stands silhouetted in a doorway,
Straining to see through the darkness.