The Wanderer
One day I scribbled
Letters dear to me upon dust
A name more precious than gems and diamonds
Resting in timeless fortune.
Then came storms of wind
Erasing my precious with fortunes of dust
Which glitter gold in rays of gold.
I wrote a second with life
Again,I scribbled her name upon
Them in blood,pure as love.
Came those winds in mockery
As they made prey mine pains.
Victor assay harder she echoed
I languished as dust speckled red
Balm as love flows through the veins
Deaf heaven sang a new song
Wan grew they under my feet
At the rise of a victor
Conquered all but a tender warrior
A name in a heart,a name among stars.
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