the hermit

[ellyssian]

the hermit
By Everett A Warren
July 15, 1992

mists
of time
come down
and enclose
the weary mind
encased in solitude
as the vespers bell chimes
turn a deaf ear to the empty prayer

in
darkness
with the burden
heavy upon my heart
i await in silence for the light
shine brightly whilst i am so far away
the light of thine is not borne by eyes like mine
beneath the fetid glare of Moon i shall speak my prayer

but the years
have they not been kind
to a withered soul who walks the ways of night
the ways of the Mysterious

o lonely sky so far above the heightened sight i profess to bear
speak you my fate and i swear by the Moon and the Stars i shall obey
yet silent art thou so silent no leaf is stirred as you wander through the hills
leave me standing under eaves of a lonesome oak to ponder what life hath left for me

but none seek
my solitary company
to entreat with me the matters of the day
the ways lost to me

so i wander alone at night keeping counsel with the shadows
who lie silent hung from perches in the trees draping down and smothering me

shine brightly whilst i am away

Copyright (c) 1992 Everett A Warren