Lost in the Light
Something with a classical bend.
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…
