He had lost the capacity to love
no want or care for others
just understanding
time was a luxury item to him
love was just another mirage
a clouded vision.

Closed is the temple of his mind
the outside world a distant past
clocks in every corner of his house
reminded him never to waver
peace and deep thought now
knowledge he could savour.

Summer was walking away
the nights would get longer
he smiled at the thought of that
falling leaves to shooting stars
the darkness of the nights
the glow of cold red Mars

September will be here soon
he whispered as he tapped
fingers pounding keyboard
the product of his art seen
in a dimly lit room
on his computer screen.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris