A tale unfurls,
On a cloudy night,
A mage revoke.
He looks around,
But not her he found,
Surrounded by flowers, his heart abounds.
His face is pale, his mouth stale.
He wants to let out, "I wait for someone",
But not the right words he founds.
As music beats, each second is an hour-long piece.
A sense of fear grips,
Turning around, a rose aligns.
He is scared;
So, he ran, he turns,
A blooming white lotus,
his heart's a little refrain.
Oh my god, this one is enthralled,
His life fleeting
As stars skate in space,
the gorgeous moon spins past her shadows,
What to chase?
Breaking around him is a tempest,
Bickering lilies
But nothing he found,
chained to morality,
Not he can refrain
Nor can he voice his pain,
He waits, He waits, He waits.
Image credit: Luke Stackpoole
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An Escape
PoetryAn Escape! Not the First! I know won't be the last. But this one was fruitful. Cover Image by Toa Heftiba https://unsplash.com/@heftiba
