III

You begin in a room full of hanging glass

glistening like diamonds 

reflecting the morning yellow sun

finger tips move the glass

creating a sound only glass can make

brokenly beautiful

images flash like an old film

dashing across open fields

where the sky meets the earth

and the grass is too tall to see

it is here you find silence

amongst the sounds of summertime

you're at peace when you're alone

able to catch a breath

taking it all in without distraction

people talking with irrelevant words are not present

the existence of technology fades away

media is a mere thought of "what if"

the sunset turns the sky into a different painting

allowing the transition from day to night

and the appearance of stars in the universe

to seem as natural as a reflection in the mirror

on the walls of old ballrooms 

where romantic dancing took place

people synchronizing their bodies

to the beat of a band playing jazz

the moment was theirs as you can't stop staring

at the dancing or the mirror

how did you move from one place to another

through space and time as effortlessly as a blink 

what all could be but a dream within a dream