The sun goes red, the sky auburn,
Walks there a soul, masked,
A mime in his own right, a master of his own self.
And its a beauty that ensues, dark as the night
Of cloudless space, in starry skies,
The perfect amalgamation with the bright.
Reveals his aspect, tell his eyes
A tale, not long bygone, of memories
Still haunting in troubled times.
Stops his mind, hide his lips
The tale, let it be forgotten.
Their words still persuade, their steps still follow
He runs, he escapes,
Those shadows, of zeal unprecedented.
He smiles,
An emotion, falsified
They believe, they revert
Quiet, to their lives, to their tales,
He walks on.
It hardly leaves him,
When he lets it climb
Trembling, uneasy, wounded grave
He stands, overwhelmed.
The sea roars, the waves gush
Mighty, over the sand, gold yet cold
They recede, to their core
And he recedes, among the silent.
He smiles, genuine,
The smile that wins, the smile that glows,
He removes his mask,
She watches, her eyes dazzle,
She smiles, with him, for him,
And finally, he finds
A mind with peace
A heart with love
He stops.
