Is He imperious, I ask;

Am I His only child?

Does he hark from suburbia?

Does he hark from the wild?


He sent me into solitude

To see the parting seas

But there were many others there

Saved from a destiny


That, devoid of a treasure box

Sold, sequentially, by sea

And harried from a pauper’s choice

To lives’ divinity


And a lark was left in limbo

When I left to see the sea

And parting ways with those I’d known

And with melancholy


Partake a bluer hue than you

Could ever wish to share

A soldier, following his path

Departing from despair

Published by Owen Tilley