Mirth

Good weekend. Hike of epic proportions, making for a good story. Kentucky win (its Cat-City Baaaabeeee!). Catching up with *not just one* but TWO old friends! And now a poem that I wrote a while back for an previously mentioned friend (a small prize for whomever can guess who it is about):

Erro

I am a waif seeking my hearth,

In the middle of this blinding blizzard.

How do I find myself, withering in a tempest

That is beyond the bulwark of my lighthouse?

Where is the beacon amongst these furies?

I seek the lyre that marshaled the Agronauts.

But without a steersman, my rowing is in vain!

Amo te, mea cara, sed non amas me.

Tibi canto hoc carminem, mihi dices tamen nihil.

As lonely as a cloud: Erro,

Bound by the judgment of unrequited love.

Yet, I must forage ahead into the depths,

Into a mirthless madness, a tearful sadness.