Mental Insulation

In the darkness of the mind
Is hidden a pinprick of light
Coming from the soul of a beggar
Sitting on a windswept street in winter.

This light expands to
Engulf his surroundings and
Cut the chill of Boreas
Permeating this existance.

Ever brightening
The light continues to grow
And inside it are shapes
Of the beggar in raiment.

The man sits on cold concrete
While feeling a soft chair
Under him and suitors
Surrounding him.

The man captures this image and
Never lets go so as not to feel
The chill wash across him and
Lose the warmth of his imagination.