Traveler

Abscond this hollow
to where none follow
lands far and away
from those things that weigh

I am the broken
strong and outspoken
from loss I’ve oaken
yet still fate’s token

I’ll lay in warm sand
with air in my hand
on azuline coasts
I’ll bask with my ghosts

There is no escape
from pains past did make
that follow me still
I can’t seem to kill

I’m a labyrinth
ancient hyacinth
my scent fills the air
like a sage prayer

Pythian chant
my heart’s cryptic rant
arcane prophesy
concealed within me

It seems egregious
this heart’s held aegis
that sticks to my chest
even gods can’t wrest

I wish to be stripped
all my veils be ripped
feel flesh in my hand
as warm as the sand

Exposed and unclad
for love’s no nomad
let fill this hollow
take faith and swallow

End my raveler
free this traveler

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I wrote this poem in vers libre, in 9 quatrains ending with a couplet.