The Lonely Wanderer

Following the stars,
his dreams reach ever higher,
roving, wandering,
dreading the settle.
Some secret past -
stuff of legend or forgotten life?
Ghosts of old enemies,
faces of lost loves,
the dark of the night
and memory of the day
haunt his every move.
He embraces the party,
takes challenge and adventure,
trouble is his shadow,
danger seems his middle name.
Intellectual yet restless
charming yet solitary.
Inside he burns.
What are you trying to forget
poor wandering soul?
He is never lost,
knows how to get out of every pinch.
A mystery to the ladies,
he still manages to fall in love time and again.
But time is not kind.
It steals all he holds dear.
So he moves on,
searching for one more star.
One more moment in time.
One more new memory to be made.
Some of us pity him.
Some of us admire him.
How could he be so different?
Is that the magic?
Is that the wonder?
Who is he?
This lonely wanderer?
In the end
he is me,
he is you.
Every life lost at heart.
Searching for the voice that calls us Home.
He is every wandering soul.
He is every friendless child,
single mother
crying father
prodigal son
heartbroken daughter.
What shall be said to them?
Oh Humanity.
What does your Lover?
The ancient song goes on.
     Come ye sinner
     I take you as you are.
     I'll forgive you
     and be your home.
     Come lonely wanderer.
Come.