A Spirit Wandering Poem by Kevin Hulme

Wandering, so Wandering by Hillside and Stream, How the dusk is the Loneliest and Forlorn of all times. Searching, still Searching by the Moons probing beams, How could the dead inflict hurt on his own fellow kind. Punished so to walk when Spirits do stir, Condemned for to travel, to Wander afar. Heaven for a sight, oh to see her, to see her, What wearisome mortals after Death that we are. She went from this life when her Bloom was in Youth, Like a Rose for to Wither and tragically fade. How awful those words of this terrible truth, The purest of Souls that once Heaven displayed. Remote are the days of my feverish blood, To be with you, my ardent wish and my hope. To attain it all in a Torrent, the Crimson flood, The bud without the sun is the better to cope. So to cross the divide with a breaking Heart, Forever beside her Righteous young Soul. But Heavenly Might did rent us apart, A terrible judgement began its terrible toll. Now to Wander, and Wander beyond the margin of man, To search forever for a sight of a pale fleeting form. Centuries have died since this Perdition began, Through the pages of time this lost Shade must now roam. How the Stars Shine cold in the Wintering air, The fields all around lying Barron and Bleak. The howling wind around the Ruins where, all desolation here now the prospect will speak. Wandering, searching through mist covered Wood, The Creatures of Night are all one unto me. The Wrecks and the Rubble where Lost Sagas once stood, Oh for the end and my Soul to be free. Wandering, Wandering through sleep lonely towns, Like the Dark and the Dust of my own silent grave. All cries of my pain are unheard all around, To find her, to find her then all peace will I save.