by Seth Woracek
A captivating sky gazes
down on this night. My nighttime stroll brings me to the mounting figure of an
apple tree facing the coast. It stands before a flooded stairway leading toward
an ancient town lost within the waves. I rest against the tree to view the
water that glistens beneath the moon and the stars. Lying there, I can hear the
wind's whisper and the seagull’s cry as he stands on top of a crumbled pillar. On
my left I find a white flower hidden in the shade of the tree. I pluck it and
hold it near as I wonder to myself: Did these flowers bloom before the people
of the old town? Did this tree live back then to greet them with its pleasant
shade and fresh, red apples? Did they come here like I am to stare toward the
sea? Such answers only exist in the past. The only ones to have witnessed those
lives are the lights that flicker in the night.
*This work is based on Venkatesan
Chennai’s “Illustrator Painting Art Work”. It is posted on his
Illustratorworld.com account, venkatesanmu.
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