O harried pale <br />Wanderer <br />Come hither <br />Repose a while; <br />You desperately seek <br />Even the wildest rose <br />Of another’s pasture, why? <br />you hunt for succor <br />in a strangers home, why? <br />o wandering soul <br />o nomad freind of mine <br />rest.. <br />come sit next to me <br />and rest those wandering <br />feet of thine... <br />lets share this bread <br />lets share this wine <br />let me tell you <br />how this bliss <br />became mine <br /> <br />bliss is not any man’s friend <br />bliss is not any man’s mistress <br />bliss is aloof <br />bliss, even though a temptress, <br /> will not come a begging <br />my harried nomadic friend <br />and she will not respect <br />the wanderers feet or his intent. <br />bliss, my wandering nomadic <br />freind is to be found in the <br />rhythmic gentle breath <br />of your sweet maidens rest <br />flowing up the corners <br />of her warm oven baked bread <br />tingling in the echoes <br />of her blushing merriment. <br /> <br />turn head and heart <br />homewards o friend <br />you have a pretty garden, <br />pretty shrubs of your own <br />to tend. <br />seek no longer <br />the fulfillment <br />of lands unknown <br />turn head and heart, <br />take wandering feet <br />home. <br /> <br /> <br />inspired by the pain in a freinds life...pain born of confusion and misdirection.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderer-8/
