Kabira

Why is it that you stand so?
You have ruled your life
as a swordsman
wields his silver.
And yet this draught
an emptiness
remains unfilled
by the seven seas
you have crossed.
And the strings you have
to this simple bit of land
calls you back.
Brazen youth craves something new.
That vagabond flies
with every ray from the sun.
And yet you remain
looking at the golden orb
to yearn
for pilfered moments
hiding behind a wanderer's ease.
Longing to return
to the shadows of memories
that you left behind.
With me.