The world shall go on turning
Through the darkness of despair
As I, with seamless yearning, strive
To find a haven there
Set deep within the valleys
Or above the raging sea
In regions high and rarefied
Where will my haven be
Shall I search in flowered fields
Or the hillside strewn with gorse
Upon the rugged moors and heaths
In woodlands wild and coarse
Or is it set in pastures
Where the sheep and cattle graze
In peace and calm serenity
To while away their days
Will I find it on the shore
There amongst the whorl`ed shells
Between each wave that ebbs and flows
Or where Poseidon dwells
Searching in the wilderness
Through all days to seek and find
A place to rest and contemplate –
A cradle for my mind
For then shall I relinquish
All that binds and fetters me
Where I can dream in solitude
My spirit to set free
Leave a Reply