A Longer Journey

I went in wake of teller old in mimicry of lofty clouds,

To hope to find some telling bold of what once made the wordsmith proud.

Around and round I slowly sought,

A follower of lessons taught.

In time, I stumbled on a place that looked as if it once held flowers,

But wind and sun and man had razed that land of all its holy powers.

All that remained was a dusty sea,

Kept murmuring by a sour breeze.

I knelt down to the earth and prayed for solace from my moody mind,

But my heart had sorely paid for what so long I failed to find.

I pondered deep, but found no peace,

From scattered thought and dark disease.

And now I stumble back to home with weighted shadow on my being,

Sullied by the act of knowing what was once will no more be.

And so my heart with sadness fills,

For apathy killed my daffodils!