The voyage once taken
in fullest harness
with burning flames
of desire should be enough
in retrospect

youth has outgrown itself
for even Ulysses had felt
the gnaws of desolation
and alienation-- time
changes the entire complexion
of every experience and event-
there's rest in respite
to conquer is to surrender
to unrest and discontent
every quest must find
a peaceful and self-accepting end--

early I started when
my every breath
was an inspiration
the world it seemed then
to belong to me
in my exultation
as a hymn of self- salvation
I sang--too sure was my conviction-

vox clamantis in deserto....

I set sail,  quite long ago
I went, I saw, not even an inch
I managed to conquer
not a hair-pin wiser

and now as the years
have stood apart
and seen me in my tears
my boat I have burnt
every part of it I have blown
by the unknown shore alone
I witnessed the last dying ambers
while from some strange nowhere
came the cry of  wild birds' lamenting moan.