Soliloquy

He was like the mountains he grew up admiring,

Shallow on face but miles concealed beneath.

Quietly in the shadows, cruelly watched by time,

He was like the Sun- vast but deep underneath.

She was almost like the empyrean sunbeams,

Floating above the rays of light which couldn’t cope,

Weaving her story through countless intricacies,

Finally reaching the largest mountains of hope.

Their journey was of  a million years, the jostling

If you saw them, you would’ve known.

Clouds of despair, trenches of disconsolation,

A stubborn and decadent excuse left to mourn.

His demeanour carefully hiding the strife within,

Her eyes were orbs of the struggling sky-blue,

He was no more than twenty-two,

When it’s hard for a man to stay true.

A large part of love was dealt by destiny’s wings,

And the cruel string of fear binding him to reason,

She seemed resigned to a lifetime of separation,

But they’d seen themselves holding hands in the horizon.

Corals of dreams, a light called rejection,

And acceptance that seemed hard to find,

She was his refuge in a world of the future unknown,

A place called freedom was truly lost behind.