Ceaseless Wanderer

Where are you going my heart, my lovely?
Your eyes are forever trained
on the far, beyond horizon
across windswept, open plains

The swamplands and the lowlands
invite your willing tread
till deep in times untasted, you live
the dreams inside your head

To deserts wild and holy
where hermits have hidden to pray
Cross courts of twirling dervish
so you'll spin, forget, and sway

Up rivers teaming, steaming
hot with heaving jungle braves
till you've traversed rainbow forests
to sate that hunt you crave

You scale the heights and godward
stalk blue glacier walls of glass
like a pilgrim finding freedom through
the unpassable mountain pass

Amongst the ruin and rubble
Human detritus piled in mounds
You seek the sweet and savoury
artful hearts which might abound

You walk the halls of memories
of the Dead in fresh decay
Sit mirrored in their likeness
wondering how they've gone that way

Why run from town to city
From lake to shore to plain
Can't you see my heart, my lovely
The world is found where you remain.