A Wayfarer's Silver Lining
Bimbling in my footpath
Along a forlorn moor,
Noctivagant as ever
Into the deep obsidian,
My vague sense of vision
Sights the strides of an angel,
Glowering with the gloom,
Reflecting on the uncouth recidivists
Who try to tamper her orenda.
Concerned, I call out to her;
The frowning, yet dull face
Turns towards me, dawdling.
I fathomed a fraction of her pain.
A small act of kindness, a succour,
Nothing but a hug of words,
An amity from an unco, a nepenthe.
The nudge I gave was enough for her
To spread her wings and
Soar above the darkness.
She flutters fast to the stars above,
A rhapsodic rustler rushing away
From the wretched rascals,
Leaving behind a coruscant trail.
She still ensorcells me with her grace,
The aliferous entity,
As I amble into my boulevards
And away from fading brontides.
I gave her a sliver of my love
She returned it ten folds
In the form of lavenders among lychnis;
My once noisome trait,
Is now a cool cologne.
Oh, what a day to remember!!
A crossroad called Mirakee,
Where I caught my sweet silver lining...