The Unknown Path
The early morning fog clouds his vision,
yet he can make out her outline
within the shroud of the heavy mist.
Her divine figure entices him to join her,
while she also signals with a finger to follow.
He is hesitant to traverse this unknown path,
but her smile, like a beacon welcoming
weary seafarers, seduces his senses,
and so he complies with her request.
In what seems like hours, he follows her,
his heart craving the delights she promises;
so blinded is he in his singular pursuit,
he does not notice their space never narrows.
Then in the distance he hears the familiar
wails of a siren, warning him to return.
But he already knows it is too late,
for he is now lost in his dream.
Copyright © Angel Villanueva | Year Posted 2017