The Wanderer’s Feat/Of Grace and Ease

Ever-long, empty, winding streets
Are the monuments far beneath
The starry sky – the wanderer’s feat
To master both with grace and ease

Pinpricks of cold, distant light
Have nothing left to bequeath
Some might divine a path of flight
Some might just be beauty and peace

Once cobbled, now charmless beats
Could guide one to hearth or heath
Some graveyards of artist’s defeat
Some straight shots to sunsets cerise

Lost under star, lost over street
Lost as one who is far beneath
Pursuing now the wanderer’s feat
That, from a distance, appears to be

Of grace and ease





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