Lost in the Light

Something with a classical bend.

Photo by Anastasiia Balandina on Unsplash

The wind tugged,

His heart slowed in his chest,

He heard her voice,

Slowly he walked on;

Alone and tired he continued.

A hollow path lay ahead,

He filled his route with hunger,

A belly never filled,

A mouth forever dry.

Weakness and fatigue biting his bones,

He tried to remember her smell.

Behind him - she waited,

An oak cro…