aimless  aimless  aimless                                                                                                                                                                                                 

wanderer

child

in the dark soft

woods of night.

Where are you going?

you hunt among the

jasmine spray and

purple blue bells

lost

along the

taken way.

Where is your home?

hurryinfromshowersofrainandsunray

won’t help you.

coverupfromwindandpain

will only lead you                

                        farther

                              down

                                   the

                                     darkened

                                                lane

                                                   from where you came

an aimless aimless aimless

wanderer

Stand still and

See in the midst

Only breath

To know your

Fear amiss

you are always a 

wanderer

till

you can a

pilgrim

be.