Redemption Steps

Finally, the call has been answered, the dialer has reached the beep,

as a matter of fact, it never occurred that he was himself the thee,

bent the ways like the shattered rim of the reading glass,

I would still narrate every bit of the details of the golden history and its class.

Walking by the isle alone carrying my shoes in my hand,

rest of my people were sitting and merry in those deep-lying stands,

staring and rushing on that sand floor, with every grain slipping down,

turn around and every face is carrying a deeply hidden frown.

Sunrays strike upon the hungover face lying on the beach, numb and free,

fanatic and busted moved up, crawled to feel the zeal of the cool water,

buttoned and straddled up, comforting every step up to the hill straight,

cottage, distant view, felt a life up there and a hope to rest finally and felt great.

With every step he took, every sweat he broke, was a shining light of hope,

condition getting worse slowly turning into a state of dope,

the last step and his last breathe, a kick, a burst of energy, white dress, barefoot,

with eyes wide open couldn't believe the final step he took and the face he saw.

A glimpse and he fell, carrying a deep-lying curious smile, yet so fragile,

every breathe, pulse in his body yet asleep was ever so agile,

with the stroke of the night summoned, so did his eyes opened to see the moon by his side,

crystal clear, deep, shine, and yet so innocent, he never felt love before neither the sense of pride.

Gained his senses to lose them again, spent nights reconciling his thoughts with the mystique,

never in his life struck something so quick to grasp in a flash victoriously,

healed, patched, finally on his feet with captivating another breath of the other,

ran down the step with the same “ZEAL”, to walk on the aisle but not alone this time.