My feet carry me
Like dandelion on wind
Floating by weathered track
I stray once more
Off the beaten track
To home yet not home
Carry me to tears and solitude
Through river of memory rather forgotten
Ironic and paradoxical to intention
Carry me home
Home yet not home
The glen has seen better days
It shielded me and stung
Like a warm coat of brambles
Cold wind demands I leave
Frigid gale soothingly sings
Of time long past when sun still shone
And autumn leaves dared not fall
When young fowls, rowdy of spirit
frolicked in anarchic glee
All except for one, there he is
Forever stranded at the outer boundary
Yet…. happy. For he dwelled with another
Stolen from outcast sorrow, taken away
To dream forever in his grotto
Forever…. forever, and yet so fast
Did sanctuary expel its peoples
Fade away like dandelion on wind
As the last autumn leaf did fall
And soon doors closed, and years went by
Yet, sitting against sturdy refugee tree
There is where my pen still moves
Despite gale’s bitter wails
My feet carry me here again
Awakening a piece thought lost
To engrave the story of my grotto