Trippingly

Trippingly


Trippingly, from toe to toe, I traveled through the town,


But home had gone, it faded fast, and never could be found.


I wailed at walls and wishing wells and begged the weather sprite,


To lift the clouds and shine the stars, to see me through the night.


No thatch laid roof above my head to keep me sheltered here,


A fading soul of no import, regret or love or fear.


I caper free of earthly cares, no candle lit for me.


I touch the dust of life once more, and trip along to thee.

I really love this poem, I came back to read it again, thanks for sharing. God Bless