Frailty in the meandering pathways
That follow an invisible warrior
On his journey into an alabaster sunset.
An enigma in the blur of
Time clicked by too fast.
Life in fast forward,
As if the sands were diverted
Through a second tunnel,
Or a chip fallen from the bubble of glass.
Moments slipped by unnoticed,
Missed in the bustle of urban chaos.
Escaping from a rushed reality,
The sudden lack of sound is almost
Music to a set of virgin ears.
The sweetest sound is silence.
Dust kicked up from the trodden path
Blanks out the tiny, yet magical details.
Gentle rosy blossoms contrasted by
A shimmering silver chrysalis,
Reduced to naught but a dizzying haze.
The swirling mists like a mirage
Of impirical rapport.
It would be so easy to get lost,
To stay hidden in the mesmerizing enchantment.
Camouflaged by the flickering hues,
One man disappears into the distant horizon.
The mind of a rogue a mystery
To any who dare linger in his gentle footsteps,
Almost reburied by a gentle breeze.
Helplessly sought after is the freedom
Only mimicked by hope's wandering soul.
Author notes
The image I began with was a roguish young man, walking along the beach, just content to be away from all the craziness of the city.
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