He rode on bus to the Andes <br />Villagers burnt tyres at the road <br />They brandished menacing axes <br />Fear made the pavement corrode. <br /> <br />He sailed the rivers of the Congo <br />Dreaming about his tender lady’s heart <br />She played Schubert on the piano <br />Yet Babylon waited with a dart. <br /> <br />He walked the streets of Moscow <br />Burning with desire for her embrace <br />Fiery lava streaming from a volcano <br />But his lady vanished without trace. <br /> <br />Trouble found him in the port of Rio <br />Exhausted he was but tried to relax <br />Times were better in Ontario <br />The beer foamier in Halifax. <br /> <br />He walked the streets of New York <br />Dreaming about his lover’s embrace <br />He bought a bottle of wine to uncork <br />But his lady vanished without trace.<br /><br />Paul Hartal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-searcher-5/
