M. Rephun (c) December 16, 2007

I traveled to the East, and came back
With bags full of diamonds, rich spices and alloy
That only weighed me down.
I traveled to the North, where the wind blows cold And the Sun is dimmed by grey clouds and returned With a tonic for head-aches.

I traveled to all these places
And came back with empty hands.

And now I hope my feet will take me someplace
That is not marked on any map Where the People (if there be any) care for nothing
And I will return (if I care to) with nothing
More than the remembrance of a warm embrace
And a glance that sustained me through evenings filled with snow.