The center of the sky,
my mind flutters
with the long, white, linen curtains dancing in the wind,
circulating the scents
of fabric softener
throughout open abodes.

It is there, I rest my back against
a centered Romanesque pillar,
casting it’s shadow upon the many
dried paint brushes
that color warm complexions
to the surface of the ground.

The surface of sound
echo’s
of wooden wind-chimes
soft reverb, complimenting
the zephyr’s breath,
fulfilling my heart
with a cucumber
freshness.

Breathless
walls
collapse,
and my soul
becomes
one
with the center of the sky.