December 14, 2009
Just as all the doubts evaporated and questions answered,
the wind changes direction.
Suddenly I’m disoriented.
North becomes south.
Calm becomes storm.
Hope become void.
Needs become wants.
All I realize is I’m venturing too far
trying to find an island too vague,
looking for a treasure that doesn’t want to be touched.
It’s time to go back,
to the warm fireplace.
To the small cottage upon the sea.
You can look for a golden crown but nothing beats a golden heart.
update: too late.