You have wandered through the wilds,
labouring in the shadows of seven hills
through caverns carved by seven rivers
to a far place, a distant country.
Hurtful words tossed into the wind
hang like a broken shroud flapping in the wind,
heavy with intention, a reminder of the way
things were but now are not.
But as you linger on the edge of the sea
wondering if you have wandered too far this time
I see you and call your name.