Mindful Eyes...Left Unspoken

Mindful eyes, peer through the glass.
Homes of humble people, it is presumed.
Row upon row in a peaceful slumber… so quiet.
Almost hand-painted scenery, perfected shading,
Clean crisp edges – in it’s given place.
There, on the ground, yesterday’s crisp silver sheets lay.
So serene, where worries pass in the still breeze
Or, where dreams are reality, maybe.
Such a place need not exist…
One passing palm urges bounds of shattered ice into the sky.
Bewildered eyes see the not so tranquil land.
The icing falls onto the cake once more, in the bubble of dreams.
The dwellings sit upon the mantelpiece…
Watched carefully,
But, left unspoken...