My Path

Within my breast – a singing, vibrant string,
A blade of flame, a living, healing dew,
The whistle of the winds, the stars of spring,
The Staff the Wanderer holds, the Mage's stern adieu…

Within my verse – the dragonfly's quick gleam,
Darkness's shards and oceans made of Light,
And the eternal, half-expressed, half-dreamed theme –
For which there is no answer yet in sight…

Within my fate – the current's ceaseless hum,
The life of Cosmos, flower, and of man.
The warmth of my own father's hand, and some –
An echo of Eternity in time's brief span.

What more is there to tell you, O my friends?
Such is my path. And this path – is my end.

10.09.2006