Senses and Sensibility

 
There's no such a place as Insanity -
said a young man with grey hair.
He gave me a short sad smile of his green eyes.
They were kind and wise.
There was something ancient in his look.
All of a sudden the strange feeling
as if I knew him struck me.
The cold feverish feeling evoked
and started climbing up my spine.
The kaleidoscope of distant recollections
started knocking my mental door.
I looked into his eyes.
They were green and bottomless.
It was a silent dialogue of two souls
separated long, long ago.
The words were of no use.
The Globe ceased rotating,
the Time loosed it's grip on us.
-Matthew - I smiled back. -You must be Matthew.
-There's no such a place as insanity- he said in answer
-I'm a valid prove of it
-How long haven't we seen each other since I launched my journey?
- Seven days or seven centuries, I don't know exactly"
- Doesn't matter. Time-and-space is only the illusion
trying to capture the feverish soul.
He released the green flame of his eyes on me
and gently stroked my hand.
-There's no such a place as insanity-
we whispered simultaneously and vanished
into another dream of butterfly.