Deckchair Dreams

He closes his eyes against the sun and listens

to the picture it paints as

vivid sounds daub the canvas,

brushing thick layers against recollection

The voices of children, untouched by life,

blend effortlessly with the whispering tide

as it tugs gently against the moon's

sweet allure

Pure innocent joy applies without reserve

in cobalt, ochre and aquamarine,

surging across the moment 

as it laps against primordial memory

And the whole glorious vista is varnished

by screams of untarnished delight,

overlaying simple pleasure across

his glorious canvas

                              And then, as if to sully the work,

unnatural hews taint the palette

with ugly sound, raucous and man made

Defacing his glorious reverie

He opens his eyes against the glare

and they are there, harsh and unnatural

defacing his perfection

with unchecked discourtesies

But they soon pass, and he resumes his quest

searching sound waves for the blissful grace

of unbridled honesty that ushers him 

untroubled into artful dream

And soon, as children's joy layers upon

Neptune's whispering, a blissful seascape

seduces his consciousness into a place

where nothing but heavenly perfection exists