BELOVED
by Brian Higgins

Ancient memories stirred by song,
Aching seperation, between, alone,
With a faint wistful scent of home
"I will not return, nor retrace,
Empty handed to that warm embrace."

"I'll stand, no matter what the rest!"
"I'll live a life of sparkled zest!"
Again a gust, like ocean foam,
Again a murmur that yearns for home.

I cannot anchor to a star,
That hides dependent on the hour,
Nor lash myself unto a friend,
Whatever joys we each may send.

What can I bring? The quiet reply-
"You bring what you do and whom you've known
and all the story which is your own."
In the distance again the strain,
Of music with that pied refrain.

The pond ripples settle quite,
Joy beckons many lonely sprite,
Alike the moth on moonlit night,
They flitter flutter for the light.