And So I Am

Some days are lost in the wandering
Thought to thought that errant play
And others in search of alluring view
That eloquent speaks to my soul of true
So far as from east to west
These two poles seem spread abeam
Which compass the unquiet heart of me
I who crave beauty as if to hold
But by beauty is never held
At least for long
Or so it seems
For in closeness find I cannot breath
I cease to be
And withdraw to thoughts of yondering

Yondering and a dreamer's dreams
Where there is space enough to be
Wide open spaces wrought with distant scenes
Sunsets and sunrises frame the span
A high lonesome
A distant call
A pilgrim
A dreamer
No one at all
Searching for where the winds call home
Which need no crowd for comfort at all
Nor can find the one to wend distant ways
Or speak to this silent side of me
I'm a voyeur adrift in a drifter's dream

Stars speak soft whispers to me as they wheel
Clouds silent drift from whence to where
Few can tell the portends of those
Anymore than can pair the bird to the call
We live blind to the visible world
We've become virtually wired
And electronically monitored
I love when the power goes out
And candles appear
A room perfumed with incense
Spigs of spruce or pine
And not room fresheners
Plugged in the wall
Though cheap comparison this
To the deeper wrongs which speak
That I but seem to hear alone
And so I am