The random zigzagging of clouds
I am staring as the darkness shrouds
The redness of the dying sun
Fading of the mighty baron
A slight haze inducing mystique
The wind, the thunder, the silver streak
A flock of birds disappearing over the horizon
A dejected moon, yearning to shine again
A passive contemplation
A dead dream's evocation
A light drizzle, a heavy thought
Rushing past me, the memories unsought
A Pigeon gazing with curious eyes
An esoteric whim, it snaps its ties (flies)
Something seems misplaced
I know I would never understand
The drizzle and the wind trouncing
An expectation, a wait, an anxious longing
My gaze lifts above, in sublime embrace
And a drop of water falls on my face
