Of wandering lost
on the tangled
pathways of my heart
I wander
in confusion
through a forest of thought
these familiar trees
heavy with memory
offer no answers
I can understand
every direction is
the right and wrong
way to go
at the same time
north, south, east or west
here in my heart
the compass of my desire
spins without stopping
tired
to the point of exhaustion
and weeping
tears of frustration
I can only worry
that there is no way home
through this confusing
wilderness
my heart has become
without you.
Don McGonigal - posted April 2006
(date of original writing unknown
2005)