The whole world rolls in slumber
Could be in a sleep deep
Or a nightmare...
Even the restless river
Relaxes for a slower journey home.
In the midst of barren vastness
The traveller's footsteps
Hide from the waning moon shine.
But the wanderer
Too weary to sleep
Is not alone.
A solitary instrument plays
Favourite notes dancing on still air
A whiff of chillness as the melody meanders.
Cold dew covers the ragged stone
Gems shining with the sparse stars.
Myriad rainbows in the middle of a desert.
The sauntering song seeps through the sifting sands...
2 comments:
Beautiful poetry...Keep it up!
Okay, as much as the imagery seems to be vivid with the right capture of tone and mood, the transition from the landscape to the innerscape seems to have been achieved arbitrarily. Seems like a pot-pourri of Wordsworth [The Solitary Reaper] and G M Hopkins. But...good poetry! :)
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