Gloomy and
Thoughtful
Gloomy and
Thoughtful
Gloomy and
thoughtful
I make my way alone
With slow and dragging steps
Through the most empty places,
With my eyes alert to flee
The least sign of human presence.
No other screen can
I find To shield me from the prying eyes of men;
For in my outward semblance,
Devoid of joy,
Can be read with ease
How fiercely
I burn inside.
So that I believe, in truth,
That only the mountains, plains, rivers and woods
Can know this life of mine
Which is concealed from all others.
Yet I cannot find a path so rough and wild
But love comes always
Conversing with me,
And I with him.
by PeterVan Grove