THE WANDERER

THE WANDERER

THE WANDERER

you have walked for a long time in the territory of the heart
hovering around the edge and dreaming of the freedom on the other shore
your reality is iron bars
the shadows of the sun ten thousand miles away perhaps not joined

you are lumbering towards there in response to the voiceless call
you encounter identical days and nights
everything keeps you at a distance and everything is laughing
you hear secret cries in the middle of a desert and ocean

the bone marrow has turned into fossil before trails of blood burst into flowers
submerged in sunshine, bars of iron are poking through seams of cloud
before you catch the sun you have been sunken by the stars
bearing yourself you fly with wings bound by the universe

wherever you go it comes back to you
you are yourself and the loss of you
hovering around the border and dreaming of the freedom on the other shore
you have walked for a long time in the territory of the heart