About a girl I know. An allegorical journey through a time of my life when the woman I admired still had eyes for a man from her past. They are back together now, and happy. I’m glad. Today, life is no longer a maze for me, and my path is set. Now I am the one to wait while my love finds her way out of the maze.
P.S. Oghazard was the name of my bong, while I still had it.
Deeply through Lifes maze I wandered
Each leaf and root and stone I pondered
Till one day, I found a glen
A place I knew I’d surely been
There was a lake, a fountain too
Which in my absence, overgrew
But seeing with a different sight
My heart was filled with pure delight
Such joy I never knew before
To find just what you’re looking for!
The very air was filled with song
Shattered by a frightening ‘Bong’
There was a figure on a hill
And for a time, the world stood still
On her wrist were forty rings
Such simple, yet, such stunning things
She drew some water from a well
I could not speak, I could not yell
I ran, I ran, to meet her there
But she had gone some other where
I reached the well, there crouched a man
A broken pail was in his hand
His face was dark, and hard to see
And never turned his gaze to me
“She gave me water.” he calmly said
But then he sighed, and bowed his head
“I drank one drought: so rich, so sweet!
I wasn’t looking at my feet.”
Then at his feet, the man did stare
And then I noticed, they were bare
“We danced, we danced, and against all hope,
My foot got tangled in the rope.
The pail, it cracked, the water spilled.
I knew some sacred thing was killed.
The woman, yes, she knew it too,
And disappeared behind a Yew.
I wonder if she’s coming back
With pail in hand, to fill my lack.
But I’ve decided, life’s too hard.
Instead I’ll wait for Oghazard.”
Oghazard, I knew him well
His name means heaven within hell
For many miles he walked with me
He had silly names for every tree
“No.” I said, “I won’t go back.
His is a pleasant, but endless track.
For years, I am prepared to stay,
To dance with she whose gone away.”
“You’ll find that hard.” he said to me
“That lake is salty as the sea.
The only water for miles around,
Comes from that well, beneath the ground.
Pray believe me, for I saw it:
The well’s enchanted, only she can draw it.”
The bees were buzzing my hearts tune
But nightfall was approaching soon
I searched in vain, no place to camp
And so I lit my oil lamp
Off I went, with forlorn face
Forced to find another place
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