In No Man's Land

July suspended between two paychecks
A dream and the burden of a frightening morrow
Surrounded by children they called him old man
He smiled and they saw his gentleness.

T’is a simple thing to be kind when
Hearts open to a myriad potentialities
Smiles so timid they make no sound
Embraces so tight they revive broken souls.

Just like the night brings respite to tired bones
Waken moments made of magic without pretense
Build monuments with the soft motion
That creates arabesques around the light silhouettes.

A vacation spent in endless hours of labor
A drug found in the thin air of mere breaths
Repairs all the ails caused by the thankless minds
Of the sociopathic narcissists in holy disguise.