Lost

Strange to have disembarked in this place – Forlorn, abandoned, disrepaired Only the lonely know this gray drizzle She was insistent and stayed on the coach, While I, convinced in self-righteousness, Accompanied my Cause to the door Climacteric’ly waving my Man Flag! How now I wish surrender – change to White. Venus and Mars, differ in parallax, Stars descending, and Orion missed. Shooting star’s death throws descent in free-fall -- You are my supreme metaphor tonight. But soft, from the path, cross the grass, she comes: “Surprise! There you are, Foolish Man! Come home!”