The Lone Walker

A murder of veils spread a splay watch

a casting eye, for none but he were blind to

Yet, the lull revealed a glimpse,

a torrid affair lost and a journey to find anew

 

Only the resolved measure of footfalls,

desperately grasped at and clung onto

Carried by each craggy, dank sigh,

would be borne of the legend and sung true.

-P.B.

 

(Inspired by the poetry in this person's photostream: OneLifeOnEarth).

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