Wander • 07.25.05
Will wonders cease and I alone,
Sit still here in a field of wrong?
Like Don Quixote gallant charge,
To end up cold and far from home?
Could I not count or ever grasp,
The beauty of your love now past?
The tender flower holding hard,
Could not resist the frost’s advance.
And while I searched I could not see,
The present that you held for me.
A love excess, devotion strong,
And yet I longed to wander free.
Like Ic’rus flying t’wards the sun,
Aghast I see my wings undone.
My mind still sings the siren’s song,
The haunted verse that bade me turn.
I leave my love for new-sprung lands,
I take my guide from foreign hands.
My prize; Pandora’s Box unfurled,
I’ve lost it all while grasping sand.
I’ve crushed the soul of maid demure.
A venomed arrow has no cure.
In search of bliss I’ve scoured the world,
To lose all that of me was pure.
What drives a man that makes him roam?
What drags his feet across life’s loam?
The want for more,
Seductive whore,
Outlived her love, I’ve lost my home.
