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?
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