My heart lies on ancient roads between stone circles,
Where truth lies, a wispy thing on the breeze
Amid the ruins, the rubble, and the headstones of the fallen.

My eyes are fixed on distant horizons,
Far-off vistas where an ancient sunset still
Gives birth to starry nights unspoiled by buzzing lamps

My ears are filled with ancient songs,
Sung in courts, in trenches and in places still more near
And many times, the last pith of beauty in lost souls.

But my feet are aimless and without a light,
Guided on by fleeting notions now,
To where, I cannot know.