The Balcony

He stood
In the balcony
Up in the
Mountains
Staring through
The blurred air
Through
The fountains
Stilled in time
And in
Its own sequence
Floating
Enacting stories
For wanderers
Colours
And shades
Of all trades
Limited
To
Black and white
Within
The minds
Of me and you
Stories
Of lust and power
Over love and hope
And he stands there
Still
Waiting for
The happy ending

He has
Found the string
Between
The undone
The un-experienced
The unknown
With happenings
Of daily life
On which he
Tries
To balance
Because trying
Is so comfortable.