All of my desires,

all my fires,

my life,

my heart,

the will to lift my eyes higher,

are far away.

Apart from me.

 

My soul is a wandering sparrow.

My path is narrow,

countenance harrowed,

but I will follow them

wherever they go.

 

Living the sentence

of a ghost, condemned

to haunt this world forgotten,

I have had the best things

this life had to offer,

but I lost them.

So many others paid my way

and I made light

of what it cost them,

now I’m lost out in the dirt,

just hurt and rotten.

 

I am waiting

on the light

to guide me home.

Angel’s wings,

or demon’s dreams,

to drag me back

where I belong

and never have I ever

been loved so much,

or been so alone.

 

Prince of far flung corners

of known places

and unknown destinations.

When I think that I am facing

where I want to go,

I end up somewhere I don’t know.

Away,

but that’s ok;

I’m losing my way to love.

 

HG – 2016