Turtle like I sped to the fountain`s edge
to swallow water sweet,but parched my throat.
With broken feet I marched nigh to the glen.
Ten years,it seemed,had passed me by.I did dote
upon the evening star;chide,muse,and hope
upon the evening star.Heart interloped,
forced craving for a hearth.Head over-ruled.
don`t be a fool to wish past remedy.
Fast must heart and rearrange grim melody.
Dull fuming days drawled crawling by.Crazed man
was I,with yearning soul,that tried to hide
his blistering foal,and later whined and raved.
