Wednesday, March 18, 2015

A Poem Draft

Fourth Week of Lent

In an errant world, on an errant way,
I wander lost through night and day;
with wanderlust I err the more
as I seek the light of the eastern shore.
Where the will-o-wisp by the willows dance
I stray, return by the merest chance,
and the thing I will never what I chase:
for wisps of nought I lose my place.

Yet the time will come at the journey's end
when I will be true friend to friend,
when no siren-call will lure my course,
and every road draw me to source.


  1. Brigitte Darnay2:32 PM

    Thank you very much, particularly for the last 4 lines.

  2. branemrys7:43 PM

    You're welcome!


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