The Wise Serpent: A Poem.

You are a wanderer in the desert

The desert of loneliness

The magical spirits watch you

They watch in silence and thought

Not a word, not even a whisper.

You are a wanderer in the desert

The desert of loneliness

The wise serpent knows his way in the desert

But you do not, so you wander

Not a drop of love to quench your mighty pang of thirst

You thirst from the emptiness of life

The wise serpent knows where the fountain of the water of love is

So, he makes his way in happy knowledge

But you slither in abject sorrow and ignorance

So, he makes his way in knowledge

But you slither aimless in ignorance

You do not, you thirst

There is nothing you have to fill the chasm that is the void in your heart

The wise serpent cares not for this

But you care, you desperately want to, but you do get to escape, so you despair

Lonely wanderer, endless desert