Saudade

Betaken I am, through the world’s hapless trails

each time when you rise; would my defence not contest.

You walk me through a place too far, a time too long to quest

yet only to you besorts, this sea that ardently hales.

Begird may the stars be; they stand no host at you

nor does the gallant sun always bring you glory.

Though I shall not be ferried to a golden story

I wish you’d beam midst all murk I’ve been through.

~f.h.

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