Nocturne at dusk

So I walked out of my sanctuary, out to the open world, with skies now fogged with invisible clouds of industry and machines. Greenery not as alive when the world was only a century younger. The earth barren in all too many places. Nostalgia for the times I never knew strike me, a lightning from a cloud of thought, essence of my mind, the core.

The first road taken. Mortar.
Nondescript scenes pass before my eyes, surreal, a dream almost. I walk on, I feel the wind behind me. I eventually come to the three steep steps to the void between USJ3 and USJ4. The vicinity is serene for some 10 blissful seconds, no screaming vehicles, no people, no sounds but the grace of silence. I think a prayer of thanks for the short but deep serenity. The masses of cars arrived soon after.

The second road taken. Stone.
The gravel beneath my preferred slippers. Thin-rubber soles grant me feel of the ground I stand on. The fine sand born of stone cling to my feet. They massage my weary feet, I carry on.

The third road taken. Grass.
There are two rows of trees on either side. They stand tall and majestic, magnificent in all their unharnessed splendor, bathing in the incandescent sun, reminiscent of the students of life, drinking the sweet nectar knowledge from the bosom of the All Mother. The foliage reflects the sunlight. The leaves they shimmer and in the caressing wind they sway to the song orchestrated by the skies. I long to listen, but I must press on.

The fourth road taken. Reverie.
I think. So many thoughts, only so often weaved into words. I think of the dreams where I see much. I think of the more recent dreams where I see nothing. Perhaps it was you who sealed the gate to my ethereal haven, for you warp my reality into a dream. I think of going someplace far away with you; France, England, New Zealand, wherever time takes us. The road's beauties are never ending, as long as I open my eyes and my heart. Much like your never-waning smile, like an ever full moon, opalescent luminescence, tracing the night sky, hanging in the heavens - a vigilant sentinel, guarding me, my flesh, my mind, my heart, my soul.

I walk on. The song is endowed upon me.
I feel the wind beneath me. I feel the wind all around me.
I am the wind; the wind my soul.
A nocturne at dusk.
My song for you.