Colours flooded his senses, smells of places long since lost.
The ocean's waves crashing on the rocks,
Wild currents swirled in his mind.
The face in the mirror,
a person unknown,
Outlines of shapes, he reached out to touch.
Her face, blurred, lost to time,
The shape of her cheeks, her smile, her lips.
Where was she now, where had she gone?
This strange life,
this unknown existence,
Someone's life he found himself in.
The strange feel of objects, foreign in his hands,
Shapes invoking smells, forcing memories.
Rules he didn’t understand governed his day,
His dreams,
his escape.
In his dreams she was there, smiling, welcoming.
The wind blew through his thoughts,
He could smell the sand.
Looking at the ground,
far below,
He saw his freedom.
As he flew through the sky, he could see her,
Waiting, sitting on the beach,
her arms outstretched.