A Monarch's Flight

Strange that you should ask about it For I, since I left the contentment of my ignorance It was the flowers that made me flit Everywhere and drunk with their sweet fragrance An urge in me answered their beauty What did I know of defined destinations then? First I followed my shadow, and the cruelty Of it I rinsed with every slake of rebounding thirst What springs were these in the heart From deep well of flesh the water came and stream For me a path? O suddenly sense start Me walking towards a meaning, towards this dream I could not see, but always in me skips Reasons like horizons, no ship sailing can yet attain And as I went each way the honey drips Matters not in sky, or sea, grassy or scraggy terrain Some say it was life dripping there. O, I Just kept going. This journey pulled me, so as if born For it, born to flower, fruit, so then to die Born to come to dusk after the senselessness of morn Born to understand there is naught for me To understand, I should have stayed wombed in clouds For all my dust is such a pause in eternity And now the wait at briny sea's edge in foam of shrouds Because I came to sense. Gone all flowers All gone, except the journey back again. A new design Of old me, I hear the drip of dripping hours And still I cannot tell all, what is across the misty line?