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From iron shores
Drifting east
To the ruin-lined shores of the Danube
Past ageless cities
Of faded glory
Through opaque walls of crystalline mist and bitter cold
To sun-drenched shores
Of oak and spruce
Shrouded marshes
Verdant plains
Drifting past
Lands of spoliation
On grey, forlorn currents
Thick with midwinter’s ice
Beneath shadows of great monuments
Robbed of past resplendence
To clear, warm nights
Where night birds chant
To keep the cruel dawn at bay
Step tentatively ashore
Wade through shrouded marshes
Into groves of oak and ash
That pulse with unseen spirits
And reverberate with hoof falls of the past
Beckoned forward by hanging boughs
The heart I left buried in northern mountains
Grows strong in my chest
And takes root in the black soil of these forests
But forever bears the scars
Of gelid glens and minacious crags
My blood, flowing from northern streams,
Reaches the sea and into this great river
Mingles in the marshes
And when my bones have been picked clean by carrion birds
My spirit shall ascend
To gift memory to dead stars
And I shall forever wander
A blood-red sun retreats
Setting the horizon alight
In its dying glare
I caress the scars of distant lands
And their memory fades
With the waning light
Ascending upwards
To ignite barren stars
Beacons to light my way
As I forever wander

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