The Sovereign

Always over hill and dale

A wanderer walking in strides

Restlessly hitting the trail

On the dark or the sunny side

Keeping on a steady pace

Without leaving any trace

Used to nature of progress

A lot of well directed steps

Haunting the fields and the woods

Rather than the doors of men

Attending to his own moods

As a wilderness denizen

With a feeling soon renewed

Kind of withered over time

A severed stem far from its roots

Though blooming during his climb

Creeping in, the cold

Invades his inner stronghold

The icy quiver running through his bones

Reminds him suddenly that he was gone

For way too long

Too far, alone

Wherever this one is traveling

Welcomed, expected or despised

By a fireside or a chilling wind

Even-tempered, such is the wise

Not a beggar, to stay when spurned

He can't be drawn in any strife

And never got his fingers burned

By possessions, such is his life

Good-natured like the stray cat

A sense of gratitude for his beloved independence

When done with society, he’s taking a step back

Just goes off quietly somewhere by himself

Surveyor of human soul

Monarch of lands that lies fallow

Honored of all he must not do against his will

And rich with all that he can afford to drop out of his hands

Most rewards are expensively sold

For attendance, curtsies and praise

Most properties are not worth this pile of gold

Gauged in time, measured in precious days

Growing, the annoyance

Abrades his inner balance

The many frictions disturbing his mind

Weaken his detachment, strengthen his view

To stay aloof

From humankind

Wherever this one is traveling

Welcomed, expected or despised

By a fireside or a chilling wind

Even-tempered, such is the wise

Not a beggar, to stay when spurned

He can't be drawn in any strife

And never got his fingers burned

By possessions, such is his life

Good-natured like the stray cat

A sense of gratitude for his beloved independence

When done with society, he’s taking a step back

Just goes off quietly somewhere by himself