Searching- A saga ✔

6- Coal curls and Yellow rags

I take a solitary path down a worn road

Searching, when I met a peddler-

P- Searching?

Me- Yes.

P- For what?

Me- A person.

P- Okay. You know their name?

Me- Nope.

P- He or a she?

Me- Could be a he, could be a she.

Depends on how you perceive.

I perceive as a He.

So there you go - Its a He.

The vagabond grins as though he knew

All my intentions behind crypted wording

P- Okay great. 

You're in for quite a journey, I presume. 

Think I could help you. 

How does he look like?

Me- Coal curls, 

monsoon skin, 

peacock feathers 

and has a lute. 

Seen him before?

P- I don't have a mirror, little maiden. 

I've got loads of work to do. 

And besides, the world 

doesn't just revolve around you. 

Its a big place 

with so many traps. 

Especially for those like you 

Who see with unseeing eyes.

Not realizing the treasure you've found 

Nor realizing what you're searching for

The journey is long

And alone must you walk

So get going. 

I look at him.

Confused

But he just winks and saunters off.

Mirror? Why  does he need a mirror?

And not realizing?

Realizing what?

Treasure?

I turn around to glance again

At the already disappearing peddler

Just a speck against the looming horizon

But then it hits me

The realization

Like a blow to my gut

His monsoon skin and coal curls and yellow rags.

His voice resonates

"  Who see with unseeing eyes.

Not realizing the treasure you've found

Nor realizing what you're searching for..."

And most of all

He wasn't a speck against the looming horizon

The horizon

Was a speck

In in his looming claims.

I reach out to stop him.

But He's already gone.

And so I'd continue

Searching....