My weary mind passed through into another world, another time.
The
visions that enchanted me were morose, but yet sublime.
Through
forests deep and intricate my aching heart could roam,
and silent
whispers called to me and told me I was home
It seems I walked for ages, when I saw a wondrous sight,
and
thought my eyes deceived me in the failing of the light;
but there
he stood, great and stark, protector of the wood.
I had no need to
speak a word, the shepherd understood.
He led me to an unusual place, where the Calendula grew,
and
showed to me the abandoned tomb of someone I once knew.
My tears
flowed down like a river stream, and drowned me in regret;
it pained
me to remember, so I had let myself forget.
My fingers softly brushed across my lordship’s name in stone,
and
for the moment I suffered like I was once more left alone,
but
something summoned my attention, a solitary plea;
my king begged me
not to despair, for he was still with me.