I lose my way whilst searching for my Love.
So many, vagrant sins distract and pull
That moment and the subject, and I fall
Into the Pit below, and Sky above.

She beckons still;  she calls me, lures me on.
And so I travel blindly, growing weak.
Some crazy god denies that which I seek,
And wicked women hold me past the dawn.

My heart is true, but I am just a man.
A simple man, an honest Father's son,
A grandson of a man who tilled this earth.

And this I just keep tilling, whilst I seek
To find that Love so hidden from my heart.
I hope she'll wait.  This hellish road is long.

With cloud above and planet neath my feet
With shadow sweet within my hollow breast
I traipse this scalded ground from east to west
In search of my one lost love, She!  My sweet!

I dare not tarry on this lonesome quest.
Odd winds afoot I struggle down this path
And even in my emptiness I laugh
At some dark gods infernal, ugly jest.

I do believe I'll find her, one fine day'
And we shall dance together happily.
She'll kiss me, and I'll know our Love is true.

I do believe that we were meant to be.
Until then i will walk these clouded roads'
With sky above and Time beneath my shoe.

She  ...is the Goddess of my four-in-the-mornings
... is the Florence Nightingale of my debilitated wanderings.
...does not judge.
...simply pours as I ignore the menu.
...always returns just in time to top me off.
...wears that stained, pleated apron like Aphrodite wears the summer wind.
          (With that spittle-slick pencil
          Balanced so precariously behind her left ear)
She... renders quiet absolution, with creme, and sugar.