In walking far from home one evening
I found myself on a path most distant
from home and life and days occupation
pulled on incapable of resistance.
I walked beneath the silence of the stars
mutely aware of a strong thrumming chord
that unheard yet resonated in me
and drove me on, and pushed me to forward.
Thoughts and dreams and beatific heart-songs
slipping away leaving not print nor word
that I might savor at some later time
coursed through my mind like water at the ford.
A chuckling trickle of cool tickling thought
raised my spirits to the highest level
until at last a glimpse my mind's eye caught
the scene that had my poor heart bedeviled.
A tiny village of minarets tall
and atop each women in flowing gowns
gazing at me, their vision a hard wall
that stopped me at the border of the town.
I stood very still my mind all amazed
that but a look might freeze me in my tracks.
I stood my place and in my turn I gazed
and one by one each of them turned their backs.
I waited quite long but none would relent
and grant to me their lofty company
So I walked around and away I went
to depart forever their strange country