Curious fellow (original poem)

franciferrer (52)in #poetry • 6 years ago (edited)

Curious fellow

i met him somewhere before dusk
from where hence he came forth
i dared not to ask, his words i listened
"great tower of large scale, of stone
in the white snow it peaks over the clouds,
beside it there's a tent, with curious fellow,
his leather shoes are frail.
only he knows where he's bound.
he barely sees top halfway
but he decided to climb today"
much he endured i bet
but who made that tower
maybe his curiosity who knows.
he swore he was no coward
he told me that the journey was
not long, all he had to do is start.
and persevere, vertically he went up
but in the end he prevailed and
finally reached the top.
by his surprise, he was so high.
but whats this? he asked.
he outstretched his hand
and grabbed on air. he went up
a couple more miles until
he found a ledge, his eyes peaks
from left to right then he climbs up
he followed this road he said
and saw a great light, it shined a bit
then it went out, then again shined
and then went out,"oh it was our lighthouse."
it is where he saw me. funny
i didn't hear him coming,
i didn't even asked his name.
something caught his eye and
the fellow went on his way
then i noticed his bare feet
i didn't hear him go.
i haven't met him, since,
i doubt i ever will.