Cloak of Solitude
written by: Gautham Pradeep
Darkness within the green foliage,
lingers in wait of the drowsy eyes.
Beauty that doubts the flow of time,
often laments the departure innate.
There, I see the river flowing,
carrying thoughts of mine,
down the cottage warm.
Tranquil setting of my moldy mind,
waiting for the discordant note to end.
Yet, the ensuing rain drenches me,
in a cloak of solitude, poorly knit.
It is me that whispers,
my adventure which commands.
High amidst the lush green peaks,
I find myself hurled into mirth unbound.
Relinquishing the mortal vessel,
the voices leave to soak in the morning sun.
That which ensnares the lowly kept youth,
returns to its rightful home.
The beauty that flutters about on deathly silence,
pulls me closer to the sway within.
I feel the emotion wander,
yet be a bystander to the blossom nearby.
I sink deeper into the turbid depths,
thoughts fixed on the canary’s mane.
A guilty self, plummeting into a past,
she never shall part with.
I search the wailing voice,
the waterfall in her gown of white.
Reminded of her journey frail,
soaked up in an eternity of lonely swell.
She fills my eyes with rainbow pale,
transcending a self she seldom understands.
There she wears her cloak of blue,
vanishing into her unattended home.
It is beauty that blinds the pain,
the rite of passage into the afterlife.
Tomorrow the sun shall rise in her morning mourn,
me dozing cozily,
away from the windowpane.
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