14 October 2010

Golden Fleece

golden-fleece-dream

a golden lambskin hid from view for
years has broke a drought about a
questing and the searcher’s life

it wasn’t rain that bathed this chase
although analogy well suits an arid place
and tears suppressed are rain no less

why am I affected so he tries to ask?
she left me for a better life with all the
right and valid reasoning in place

I knew I had to find this fleece on her
request though crying means that I
have yet to set her free
© 22 April, 2010, I. D. Carswell