A Tribute to David Gilmour- Pink Floyd

The wind sweeps across the path,
Where to, the stranger ponders,
Footsteps crush below,
The mind wanders onwards, squinting at the dim light
Seeking for the hand with a wand,
To remove the pain,
Misery hungers for company,
To share the burden, to hope for an end
I look into the distance, I see the hand,
The hand of redemption, beckoning me
To run. Don’t be afraid, it is not going to last.
Breathe, breathe harder, let the sunshine in your heart,
Before the sun sets across the horizon.
The sunrays warm my heart, as I walk beyond the path
Staring at the colors painted on the sky, crimson red, and violet in shades
My hands weaken as I fall on my knees, smelling the tingling grass, green within
The soft mud caresses my fingers, lingering on with a touch
I gaze beyond the sun if that's done, seeing what isn’t to be said
Deep within the images lie, of the past which is never dreamt
Floating across time into my life, I find the moment when I was comfortably numb.

BY

SUNITH SHYAM

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