My Wandering Soul
Oh please, have mercy on my wandering soul,
it knows not what it does, nor what it has to do.
It was once a believer,
whole and true,
performing the rituals he asked us all to.
Your boldness terrifies.
Your raven hair seduces and entrances the mind,
even a mind as vast as my own,
hard, coal eyes pull us in
and it is inside you we come close
to drowning
to damnation.
And it makes me laugh, because I do not care
for the plethora of opinions, fluctuating
tutting in despair,
I once tossed a penny in a well
and made a silent, pleading wish,
years of loneliness led to desperation.
But I swore I never would speak word,
and now look, oh how it came true!
The wish from the well gave me you.
My wandering soul need wander no more.
Its weary feet can rest,
because after all the years of waiting,
it finally found what it was looking for.