I also wrote this and shared it with a friend on or around October 7, 2015.
My eye is shut,
A Cyclops blinded by nobody,
Blindfolded two eyes to resist,
Ears closed yet I still hear that siren song.
The longing never ceases,
Home but a dream.
The pages of arcane stories beckon to my weary heart,
Unceasing in their revelations.
I dream through the eyes of Ulysses.
The great ones seek and play,
Home is but a memory and
I am lost in this vastness. Unbelonging.
No ship under foot,
No map in sight.
My heart hungers for mirages and
Illusions spur me onward.
© Brandy Owens
If you like this, check out my short story, “Lover’s Inferno”, available here on Amazon.
Stay tuned. There’s more in the works, as long as the Muses and characters cooperate! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day or night, whenever you are.