The Inland Sea in You and Me

My brain is a​ foggy​ fever. I still see the old man in the large house by the​ inland​ sea. He is sitting in his easy chair​ sta​r-​ing out ahead of time. He thought I took his binoculars but I showed him they were still there.​ He loves to watch the old seafaring vessels on the wandering waves just above the horizon.
 
​He​ talk​s​ in ​his​ silence but ​he​ need​s​ ​his​ nap. The best option is​ to imagine ​​floating​ in between the sea swells. Especially when the moon is full. That way the water ​can​ ​cleanse his mind and cancel his fever. The waves softly whisper in his mind as he falls asleep.
 
Time doesn't show his thoughts.​ They are secret only to him.​ Do ​we​ dare ask ​the ​magic to show us his thoughts?​ They have taken care of ​him and his ​passion and passed it on to ​us​. Now it's ​our turn to dream​ and​ find​ the magic.​ We​ are abandoned in the moment and it's hallowed.