I mourn
grieving lost rainbows
driven from the gray
for the light has dimmed
overshadowed
by the encroaching bitter

I tremble
for I have become bare
no shelter near
having wandered too far
the dispossessed explorer
seeking myth

I fear
for I hear the lion’s roar
and the jackals pacing
waiting for despair
to finally overcome
and decay into carrion

I wish
I had never yearned
to kiss the horizon
but lingered in the village
happy amongst the ordinary
amidst certainty’s care

I cry
that I should never have heeded
the call of the jungle
those distant drums
echoing their beat
into my adventurer’s heart

I stand
awaiting the storm
which lingers just beyond this moment
knowing I chose the steps
leading to this precipice
o’er which souls are thrown

s.a.t.