Pilgrimage

Pilgrimage

That night, I put away my belongings,

Unlocked the doors to my existence,

Carefully folded up the walls and roof of my life,

And carrying only a bundle of clothes

On my back, I set myself free.

My way lay over the far horizon

Every step a step into the unknown

Fired by wind and water and birdsong

And laughter, kind hearts and wisdom

Of those I passed among.

The landscape spread before me like an ocean

That I could take my voyage upon,

I climbed big waves like hills and mountains

Trod small ripples like rocks and stones

That nestled in pools of green and gold.

The land I travelled gave me of itself.

Rugged as the rocks and tall as the peaks,

With eagle's eye I saw my life

What passed for my life, furtive and dark

Hiding among my worldly cares.

And so I reached my final destination

Santiago, where the mythic saint washed up.

My staff I leant against a wall and with fine food

Good wine and celebrations I laid my head to rest.

But still the road sang to my heart

The song of lovers torn apart.