The Wanderer

One day I scribbled Letters dear to me upon dust A name more precious than gems and diamonds Resting in timeless fortune. Then came storms of wind Erasing my precious with fortunes of dust Which glitter gold in rays of gold. I wrote a second with life Again,I scribbled her name upon Them in blood,pure as love. Came those winds in mockery As they made prey mine pains. Victor assay harder she echoed I languished as dust speckled red Balm as love flows through the veins Deaf heaven sang a new song Wan grew they under my feet At the rise of a victor Conquered all but a tender warrior A name in a heart,a name among stars.