Wandering Troubadour by Melissa Arel
He has wandered into the wilderness, his soul parched
And his heart withered, far from the crimson vessel I once knew
He claims loneliness has driven him there, to a place of desert sands
And circling vultures, waiting for his life to blow away like the grains
Beneath his feet, and the biting air that eats away at his flesh
Pain and rejection stow away on him like parasites feasting on his
Dying spirit, he believes the blistering sun and vile winds are his only
Companions; yet I have tried to lure him away from these harsh elements
Into the shade of an oasis, but he refuses to believe that love will one day
Find him; yes, he has become a troubadour who has lost his way home
He has traveled too many miles down the same old barren dune, but I know
One day a remnant of hope will awaken inside of him to a rebirthing
In his soul, and love will indeed stir the embers of a forgotten fire
Where passion and life burned bright, he will rent the garments of
Woe, professing the appointed timing; and I'll smile knowing he is finally free.
04/23/2003 Author's Note: Written for Richard T.
Posted on 04/23/2003 Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/23/03 at 05:58 PM i think i have been in this desert..and i recall a soul who tried to help me walk those same barren sands with the same outlook of determination and hope....kudos, Mel! |
Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/26/03 at 10:52 AM Beautiful poetry ... poetess. |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/27/03 at 04:05 AM I ditto the others Mel: Good work.....Charlie |
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