Thoughts on England while abroad
England – I never thought I'd feel
need for your damp and cooler days;
abroad I roam yet wish to steal
from tiring rays.
Empty these southern climes now seem;
empty the sun, the sea, the leisure,
the passing souls. This former dream
brings no more pleasure.
These shedding leaves announce September -
the birds depart - I wish to part.
These fading charms make me remember
that home is heart.
But what is home to one at core
as restless as the butterfly?
Who sick of wandering craves more
and knows not why.
While treading paths of old may wake
unresting ghosts that haunt the past -
only dividing waves might break
the spells they cast.
Not free within I bear this rift -
while England leaves its harbour soon,
perhaps the sea to guideless drift -
lone as the moon.
No other land my home can give;
so - in the land within you'll be,
where your undying embers live