Vagabond's Night

This is a free verse that talks about a vagabond's last night amidst nature. The man for whom nature was the only home passes away admiring his adobe. Read on to get a mental imagery.

Vividly abstract was the enchanted night,
A night when acoustic sheaths of breeze encapsulated him,
Going into a trance, the mind sought beauty in darkness.

Around him swung the trees bearing rustling leaves,
Bringing him melody in the silence of the dark.

Over the rocks the waves poured themselves,
Never before had the stars looked so surreal.

Dauntless winds brushed against his face
Stirring his young but dying soul.

Not a sound did he utter, as if listening to nature talk.. And..
In the midst of an enthralling frame he breathed his last.

Greeting his soul as it rose, the moonlight filled the sky,
His body lay there, still, asking the sand to embrace it..
That is how the silence of the body spoke to the silence of the night.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I read through each line, feeling it come alive, the wind, the soft sounds of the sacred leaves, the glory of life in this transcendent place. Even in this passing, in death's unfolding, you awaken the beauty of the world to embrace the soul and lead us home. This is why I walk each morning, to watch the sunrise wake the earth. Wondrous write.

[Kanishka]

I really appreciate how you read through this verse and observed minute details. I hope I've been able to create some imagery in your mind. Kindly let me know if there were any flaws.
I'd be obliged.
Thank you.

[An owl on the moon]

It is such a joy to read your soul's letters and lines, Kanishka. And so glad you share them with us here.

[Kanishka]

Thank you. Appreciate it. Such positivity keeps me going. Means a lot to me.