Wide Eyed Saunter

There is an urge within me to wander randomly, to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope, incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter, or just as likely that tantalising shady patch, with its dreamlike mystical allure so faraway, this blue pigment dawn whisper as tempting spur on, that hidden orange-red sunlit prompt I can’t curb despite myself, I follow blindly without oppugning brier cloak pitfalls, yet noonday mishap neither blight nor wanton cross, and I glad to extol such plus point impact, as other fellow venturers might script a manifold offshoot, but from sound and sentient slant, I can recant galvanic episodes, of uproarious elation emanating from a golden grained beach, where energetic offspring unleash their zeal, adjacent to labyrinthine thriving townscapes, ancient river, the stuff of verse and bard, parallels its salted surging ripple, with its indigo bold rush beneath a stoic wharf. to capture lush spots with the pourboire of bright eye as timeless haven Yet late phase hours settings have cachet, in tandem with the peep of day burst, as I reveal a harvest swept ashore, flotilla at a dock and day boundary, so nocturnal bliss enraptured round each plinth, and plethora of unearthly steps, where haunted hair-raising halo splash, adding lustrous night fly element, beside the raucous alleyway caper, inchoate, invisible, intriguing inlay, shards of boisterous daring impishness, cast at my intrepid atman, enigmatic echoes chase skinflint shadows, whoosh of splintered black ice, under swerving car manoeuvre, street lanterns wide arc madrigal, banisher of eerie indigo silence earth atmosphere shall watch bemused as moonlight orb peers at globe beneath