Fading into dark doorways

I watch the world rush by.

A flurry of feet, infinite in their

footsteps and paths.

Withdrawing into solitude

I observe each moment,

scrutinising faces,

until I drown in the world.

Pressed backwards,

Jutting shoulders smoothed flat,

and I find myself

Fading into the wallpaper.

Locks become vines,

eyes the dew of the blossoms,

and hands the young leaves.

Solace lies in dim corners,

where invisibility drapes like a cloak.

Fading away; sometimes

becomes always

as I lose my grip.

Melting into the shadows,

I yearn to watch, to see;

to be nothing but the senses,

no heart to ache,

nor thoughts to torment.

Fading away,

into the light of a pool,

the sapphire glow of a flame,

into the rough cobbles,

and the shadow of a star.

Fading away,

into the wind’s whisper,

the harsh cry of a bird.

I find my retreat

in the silence of the trees.

And in morning’s first breath

I fade into the wallpaper.