A play on words and an earnest contemplation of "the journey of life" and the journeys in life. From the summer of 2004.
Wonderlust
where the waters are shallow the life does not teem,
but gathers in the backwash of a colourless dream.
in the depths of our labours we find our real heart,
beneath spectral fires our spirits impart.
so where shall I wander, when wonderlust calls?
to the edge of the waters or over the falls?
you never need ask me the fate's final goal
when all that I am is immersed in your soul.
where the skies are unclouded we cannot see signs
that give us the clues to the grandest designs
and warn us and warm us of what is yet near,
be it the jester's sweet joy or the holy man's tear.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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