It is my way to drift.
My heart's mind never made up
About where I fit
Or what I need to be doing.

When I was last cast to drift,
I didn't see it coming.
I thought I'd found home,
Conclusively.

But I find myself withdrawn
From that permanence,
Questing yet again
For the forest in myself,
That magyk ring
Where others are denied
Permission to enter
Lest they encounter
The fate of intrusion
Upon my sacred fey seclusion.

Yes, I persist in a state of
Humanity
While the soul of my soul
Resides in the gleanns,
Those valleys that always
Bring me back around to
Exactly where I am meant to be.

I find all these connections fleeting,
The enduring qualities not quite kindred.

I long to encounter home,
The tribe I lost
During all these transitions.

04/27/2014

Posted on 04/27/2014
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