There once was a campfire
I always longed to find
between my rare visits to it
it called hauntingly to my mind
I once sought to join the camper
often begged to share the journey
once I had a chance to do so
but even now that bridge is burning
We shared a night of romance and passion
she shed a tear, for love -it passes
I faded to sleep with a dream in my head
…yet what I woke to was ashes
I’d closed my eyes a happy man
and woke to the loss that was blatant to me
she’d left before the morning meal
a scrawled “Goodbye” left for me to see
I’ve searched the woodlands for her
but the closest I’ve come was a wisp of smoke
all the fire circles cold and abandoned
like a punchline to some twisted joke
Now I travel these dark woods
searching for that which I lost
I’ve come to see that the powerful bond
had come at a secret and disastrous cost
I had forgotten to live my own life
I still need to become my own ideal man
THAT was the original goal for my path
a quest I must achieve alone, for I’m damned
Years of isolation have heightened my awareness
my dreams and ideals chaoticly inspired
no one can join me, not with their sanity
and so I walk on, yet gods! I’m so tired
I yearn to make a home in these woods
to settle down and be at peace
yet it must be a place I can provide for
so that the comfort shouldn’t cease
Until then, just call me the wanderer
if we should chance to meet
just know that I must e’er travel alone
at least ’til my quest is complete