My eclectic soul
Which so naively muses
The aisles of place and time
Child wandering
Child squandering
his gifts
then only
To be mine
My only self, this one
And only so totally true
To whom life refuses to dim
The glory and the dream
Despite all imperfections
Perhaps then in some distant land
Eons ripped from my
Heartland
Upon idioms to which
I am unknown ..unkempt
Alone...seeking my release
My part of the dream
To be at once here
And merge with everything