The Vagabond (The Poem)

 

The Vagabond

 

Years like minutes

They often go by

Empty horizons

Across the sky

 

Mind, thy wealth's

Never off head

Tell me chap,

what takes thee When dead

 

souls of sorrow

by fear astray

wandering along

the path of today

many a fiend

take dreams away

yet only man,

can make them stay

 

the path is tiring

and with it each day

the vagabond sleepests not

but when he's found his way

 

many a memory from yester years

laughter and cries

shed smiles and goodbyes

his sword sheds blood and wields stone

among many terrors

he'll face alone

for when the day is done

and light is gone

name thy solace

of night and dawn

bringeth  back to life

one father's song

thus mother, cry thy tears

over not your son

he's still, and always as true

but when he's gone

every humming bird or sight life

reminds him of you

 

wandering the vast

of what would last

not by hours,

through so fast

but by love,

and the blessing thy cast

 

the vagabond will roam,

all deserts and sky

will ponder

every star so high

hoping thy wings…

would help him fly

as many romances of the past…

will never die

she will always be his guide

in thee, and lady justice he shall confide

as phantoms carrying lanterns light his way

and protect him,

through every day

hence, in the night,

only you, his dream…

keep hurt away

…

Yet haunted by his night mare…

He shall forever stay!

 

Reviews

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

The power of love is so underrated and love is the most powerful force in Gods creation. unconditional love can overcome any obstacle. This is so wonderfully written that I was stunned by it's outstanding beauty yet the simple truth of this piece makes it a salute to the Vagabond. Your talent is undeniable. I must say I am impressed. Bravo.
In awe of your God given talent
Debby

[justjenn_2u]

Years like minutes, there is never enough time in this living world we live in.

Souls of sorrow by fear astray....... Powerful! How well I know how it feels to live in fear. Fear paralyzes, leaves no hope, and stagnates the beauty that life could hold and be enjoyed.

I think of a man, who may be poor in monetary values he could hold, but a man who is rich in spirit. He has more wealth of spirit than any rich man shall ever possess.

This poem is strong and full of wisdom. Your word choice never ceases to amaze me. I miss you my friend!

[RHEA CROSLEY]

I see a journey of courage and love. A journey protected by a higher power. A journey extraordinary. Very good write my friend. Thanks.

[Burr the Story Sorceres..]

I am at a loss for words. I can't find the right ones to express how wonderful this poem is. It leaves me speachless and makes me sad.

"she will always be his guide
in thee, and lady justice he shall confide
as phantoms carrying lanterns light his way
and protect him,
through every day hence, in the night,
only you, his dream�
keep hurt away"

This is my favorate part. It is the glimmer of hope in sadness.
I love this poem like the rest. I'm just sorry I didn't read it sooner. I was missing out.
^_^