~Innisvaire...Some Day~

With thunder seemingly crashing from all around
And lightning striking the saturated ground,
The still-traveling minstrel hopelessly searches in vain
To find even the lowliest of shelter from wind, storm, and rain.
The skies, dark as pitch, cover the entire countryside
Leaving none, noble or peasant, a single place to hide.
Once again traveling alone, without his dancer fair,
The minstrel now wondering if he’ll ever reach Innisvaire.
The traveler’s heart now forced to share a close friendship
Due to the dancer’s wisdom to forgo any further aspect of courtship.
The minstrel attempts to console his heart’s deepened pain
While also trying to stay dry from the cold, endless rain.

Eventually the dark storm clouds gradually begin to break,
Offering some peace of mind, at least for the minstrel’s sake.
Although weary and fatigued beyond measure,
The minstrel is determined to search on for his treasure.
Trudging on in solitude, contemplating his quest,
The minstrel yearns for the day when he can finally rest.
Realizing that his dancer was right in her decree
That being friends was the best thing to be.
Still wishing, with her, to enter the city’s magical gates
He knows, that there, for him, another possibly waits.
Still laden by the rain’s cold shower from before
He now holds some contempt that love ever knocked at his door.
Not a pinch of ill will does he hold for the dancer he so strongly sought,
For it was Lady Love’s empty promise that made him distraught.
Knowing that he would again surely run into his dancer fair,
The minstrel also knew it would most likely not be within Innisvaire.
Wondering who would next join him in this journey undertaken,
He also had to wonder if Lady Love would once more leave him forsaken.

Continuing on his eternal course over country field and lane
The minstrel, in his mind, still occasionally feeling the cold, endless rain.
Hoping that in time another will come along his lonely way,
And that she will bring sunshine to his gray, cloudy day.
Could another be found who would arrest his lonely heart?
Might he again feel love and give his life a new start?
There are many questions he does continually ask,
But the answers are hidden behind uncertainty’s mask.
Wishing his heart to fly again as it once flew for his dancer,
He is also wishing that love would soon offer him an answer.
The minstrel understands the desire to know love in one’s life,
And that attaining true love can suspend all of one’s strife.
The minstrel continues to travel abroad under cloudy skies
Hoping Lady Love’s truth, he will for once realize.

“I cannot, in honest truth, master the hand of fate.
Nor can I ascertain if, in this quest, I am too late.
I ask of Lady Love only one thing in all of this,
‘Do not by chance, my heart dismiss.’
For I know my path may be long in time’s hand,
And it may seem frequently not within my command.
Yet I am determined, and I will strive forth.
Traveling any direction: south, east, west, or north.
At some moment, I feel, that in some way
I will finally reach Innisvaire…some day."