It is my fate to wander beneath the stars
Homeless and homesick
For as long as the light of day burns
And the industrious hone their crafts
Diligent, tireless
And ceaseless is the world of man
In its turning
I will cast no shadow
Turn yellow eyes into the moon
And sing my songs of lament
For a life that cannot be mine.
Homeless and homesick
For as long as the light of day burns
And the industrious hone their crafts
Diligent, tireless
And ceaseless is the world of man
In its turning
I will cast no shadow
Turn yellow eyes into the moon
And sing my songs of lament
For a life that cannot be mine.
2 comments:
Beautiful. Simply lovely.
Thank you very much, and welcome to my very unfrequented but frequently updated blog. I've been checking yours as well... I can't believe you love poetry! I've lived forever amongst people who don't appreciate or value it other than as a cutesy (or pretentious) art form. We poets get no respect!
Thanks for stopping by. Please keep coming back as long as you'd like; I've got about 600 posts or so, so there should be something to spark your interest =)
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