Wandering, unfound
for once heedless of direction
and unconcerned
where these back roads lead
your head is full of maps
and for now,my uncharted heart is content
to let you steer.
if I grow uncertain,
you will reassure me
that without a destination
we cannot lose our way.
I will have to be content with that,
because with sun and stars obscured in
this unfamiliar land
I cannot set my own course
suspended in the trust of travel
one question will not quit me.
Have these bearings been aligned
only by the pull of North?
or was there a more subtle than
magnetic mystery
that drew us onward
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