The vellichor was intoxicating

as I studied the art

sitting at a small table

did not know where to start

I could not repudiate its beauty

how it struck my soul

speaking in volumes

to the days of old

Striking each other

forming a creation

such fun watching them

enjoying the recreation

What would the spheres form

imitation or life

would it be calm

or filled with strife

Light illuminates them

texture and sparkles form

so much excitement

is this the norm

Interrupted by a voice

no more time to perceive

cafe needs the table

time to leave

Looking back

one last time

the journey of my soul

was worth the dime