The run

The breezes blew to kiss the rock and escape, little did they know they were trapped,
for they did miss the exits of that landscape, where no leaves rustled, no wings flapped.
She jumped in, her shawl as an identity drape, he rode quickly on the road he mapped.
The hustle vanished behind the buzzing vape, their relationships with our world snapped.

The breezes whizzed past the speeding car, throwingin the odours of eagles and sands.
their love song was anointing the ailing scar, no words were spoken if not by their hands.
They were aiming for the skies with no star, where no one either cares, or understands.
they saw both the cities, fragile,small and far, one they left and one in the unknown lands.

Had love inspired in them the courage to try, they’d have turned with the road to live then.
Had they tried to stand there, scream and cry, their pains would have faded to feed a pen.
They were vexed by the foolish society’s pry, that was inherited intact from a nomadic den.
The wheels dusted slipping from the road dry, no one knew where they went thence, amen.