Homeless

Never had a place

To call a permanent home.

Raised a nomad,

A water child,

The drifter’s heart beats within my chest.

You may welcome me for a while.

For a time I may find contentment

Within your walls,

But never shall I be fully yours,

Nor you mine.

And that is the lesson

We both must learn.

For one day the wind will sound the call

Through the horns of the sea.

Then I’ll be gone again.

I may return,

And yet may not.

Of that I am never certain.

For the Will that guides my feet

Is not my own.

I am not sad,

I feel neither loneliness

Nor self-pity.

This is my life.

This is my destiny.

Don’t weep.

Though hard such words may seem to you,

I merely speak the truth.

Settling would only bring misery,

Like trying to keep a humming bird in captivity.

Like a solitary butterfly,

I was meant to wander.

Belonging is not a word

That fits the contours of my soul,

So I must leave.

The wise say to those who will heed,

Forewarned is forearmed.

And so I say to you,

And wish these words well timed and fitly spoken:

Adieu fair soul,

Friend of my heart and spirit,

I wish you love and happiness-

Heaven knows you deserve it.