I have tread the sands of Babylon,
Felt a Spanish breeze,
And known the dust of the Forum.
Captured the glow of the moon
In my heart and found my love.
Though I gathered all these things
I now tread on a ground unknown to me.
A passion has been stirred to the depth of my bones.
The ramblings of life reaching back to the rasp
Of my father’s father and I feel the quintessential pain
Of family and feel blessid, longing for a box
That holds the memoirs of those that look to my choices.
The heat of the beach far from the farm and furrow.
No trees or mountains, no hunt for venison and vines.
I gather now in the shadows of uncertainty
And feel the Lords call to know how things will be written.
My tale is not yet told, not yet known, not yet.
Though I wrestle with worry, I wish to render
Myself a conduit of life, to allow those things to flow
From my heart, but beholding to my granted soul.
My dear love grabs at those pieces that do not seem to fit.
So I help to place them, but I am helpless as well.
I wish to relieve such pursuits but find that the burden
Is a human misunderstanding; forgive my chivalry.
I am left to surrender, to give in to the night and rest.
A child, among the flock. Peculiar to those around me.
Give me the strength to roll on, and to know blossom of spring.
Give me what is needed to be what I am meant to be.