My soul wanders, erring; to my great surprise: <br /> I didn’t know I possessed one. <br />That to this day and that when tomorrow should come <br />I will look at what I’ve become. <br /> <br />Mother had gone on, long ago. <br />Father was left behind, and now his day is almost done <br />My soul, however, like a trailing star <br />Wanders, erring, in an elliptical way, circling far; <br />The past returns often to confront me <br />The past is still present and Memory, <br />Another phantom, well-nigh vanquishes me. <br /> <br />Somewhere or the other, earth’s cities and life’s mysteries <br />Would swim into vision, blurred by tears <br />Church-bells, conch-shells, the muezzin’s call <br />Awaken me; sometimes in the heat of day <br />I thought it was night, I watched, delusion’s wide-eyed wonder <br />The flight of the wild Siberian cranes flying high <br />In my dreams, I heard the crashing of waves on the shore <br />My soul had wandered off once more. <br /> <br />At night stars would whisper, I would awaken <br />With a start it was as though I felt the moonlight <br />Caressing my face, tangibly: <br />Thus I had to confront the darkness to know that I <br />Was yet in another silent place, inevitably. <br /> <br />My soul errs wandering, wondering, waiting <br />The lanes are long and winding; <br />My soul wanders, weary, and waits with longing and fear <br />Wonders what lies next in the finding. <br />Of life, of mystery, of the unwinding of destiny’s plans <br />The final outcome lies in Somebody’s hands.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-wanders-erring/
