The Nomad

Into the next adventure leapt
The fool, as Time onwards crept
Not knowing what harvests of glee
The tender arms of his lover kept

That lover now he left behind
To find what solace he could find
To replace the comfort of his heart
With the comfort of his mind

To follow mind or to follow heart?
His path was destined from the start
To forever seek solitary altitudes
And ever from loved ones to part