The Lost Amity

Clamour in the city. 

Across the alleys, perplexed faces stared. 

Eerie stillness amidst the hustle. 

Pavements with no rooms left.  

Aphonic, sounds of the prairies. 

I strolled through the stretched wynds and bents. 

Seeking the lost. 

Timeworn faces meandering in the meadows. 

Wrinkles beaming graciously. 

The lad, carefree and gay, 

Dwadling around the lands and lanes. 

The good chap on the strings, 

Hymns for whom he worshipped. 

She, her vivacity, enthralling. 

Warm glow of the morning sun. 

Struggling winter winds. 

A 'Welcome Song'. 

Dewy - eyed, I greeted my self. 

Vivid memories sketched on the concrete sky. 

I went on, striving to find the unanswered. 

Skyscrapers sneered, smirked. 

Pondered. 

Did I leave something behind? 

Stumbled. 

Evoking and appalling. 

The roots crushed under the sky highs. 

Stone cold feet, paused. 

Turned. 

I rushed back, 

Along the way my quest began. 

Running away, I looked back. 

A moment, so remorseful. 

Gazed. 

The skyline seemed perfect, yet lacking. 

I knew. 

I was late.