Lost

LOST

I came to this place with the moon in my eyes
And golden dust on my weary heels,
And I found a repose in the calm of your voice
And I gloried in what I could feel.

I came with the Others, seeking some rest
From the trail that led far and above,
And I turned from the People who gave me my birth,
To find my own rest in your love.

(And still I remember the shimmering trail
That marked where the Travelers passed,
As they cried that I’d always regret the hour
When I turned my back on my past.)

And to think I have given it all away
For the silent caress of your eyes;
I gave up the Quest and the people I loved,
To listen to all of your lies!

And to think I’ve forsaken my people this way,
To rest in your welcoming arms;
I gave up the stars and the life that I knew,
Believing in all of your charms.

And still I remember the shimmering trail
That marked where my people had passed,
And I weep and remember, regretting the hour,
That I turned my back on my past).