ONE LAST WISH

You have stolen me from myself,

So kidnap me from here too.

I am not eager to plough the rough seas

Or to sail helplessly on wind and in rain.

You will find in me no love

For marble palaces and fabled kings

And no desire

To see the crowded pyramids of solitude

Or listen to the stories of silence.

I just wish to be an incorrigible aimless wanderer

For he is the painful infant of long roads forever.

With an endless mother,

Who drinks milk from his own foot

And is adored by the friction of his own wander.

Eternal mother, endless love.