The Road

Walking 'long the path

                barefoot,

Clay between our toes

                unhurried,

Nowhere to be

                wandering,

Nothing to do

                lazily,

Faded jeans and tees

                comfortable,

Like our clasped hands

                natural.

Dressed with hair in scarf

                tied on,

Yet in my eye a lady walking

                as per Byron,

Time stands still as the air

                waiting,

Willing the moment to last

                wishing,

Laying in grassy hill

                watching,

Clouds passing overhead

                bearing,

Wishes of silent hearts

                wanting,

Stealing them as they fade

                wisps,

clear skies suddenly dark

                rumbling,

Rain suddenly falling

                dissipating,

The moment vanished in reality

                unsatisfied maw,

Fingersclinging before slipping

                sudden ache,

Dream shattered as the road fades

                fantasy.

But someday to be found again

                Hope

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The layout really worked for this piece. Painted a great picture!