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
