by Joseph Marinus
Walk on stranger
Walk on stranger
when you have tasted North,
been cut by ice,
blooded in winter;
your soul was braced –
walk on...
Walk on stranger
when you have tasted East,
your head beguiled
on pillow of dreams;
you were tempted –
walk on...
Walk on stranger
when you have tasted South,
a purple dose
of its lethal sun;
it was forbidden,
but walk on...
Walk on stranger
when you have tasted West,
the last mile gone,
and felled by despair -
finish the apple
and walk on...
From:
Eugene Paul Ursell
Last updated September 04, 2022