Myself, Odysseus Poem by William McGehee

Two temptres' found my heart within a dream;
Pure, beautiful, and true, or so they seemed.
One dark: she bore the moon as she were night.
The other held the sun in morning light.
The first one offered rest, if I would stay.
The second, peace, if I forsook my way.
And tempted then I wished that I could rest
And hold a moment's peace within my breast.

But hearth, and home, and love shall bind me still,
And forward I am bound by tempered will.
I cannot stay, but soldier on instead.
My ithica, unfound, still lies ahead.