Will o' the Wisp

The climbers sit and laugh at me

upon their pedestals

for wasting precious time on pious hopes

A puerile, timid slouth

who seized not moment, chance nor day

Thus never learn'd to use

or know the ropes

I wish I'd last at least thro' a millenia

that I may come of age before grown old

Or live thousand lives, thousand ways

to find the 'Philosopher's stone' amidst fools gold

Misunderstood I have stripp'd and desert'd

from uniformed soldiers I don't understand

The Jack-of-all-trades hath no Jill to trade with

A pinion robb'd robin from lochs, leas's bann'd

When I be fain to toil in tears and sweat

jaunty and willing

To pay the baillif my collection-debt

with every shilling

When but a ruskcrumb is left in the larder

still I have to say grace

And gain in my bedpost a notch seems harder

than wrinkles in my face

then…

fetch me a map from science to fiction,

preternatural compass to guide me

Will o' the Wisp come light my way

I've been lost and gone astray

Fed on shewbread, philtre starv'd

- a labyrinth I roam

Light me a lantern spark'd and fann'd,

a stranger in a stranger land

I'm without purpose, tool and faith,

come show me my way home

Any simpleton would grasp the nettle

tho' he's surely stung

But then again all hell is full of fools

A lonely shepherd come home shorn

since gone for that he lost

Thus left his sheep, stay'd home

and gather'd wool

I yearn'd to make the most of

youth and childhood,

now dying, trying to catch up with time

One day I'll be gone, this I still cannot figure

With such a sentence is life my crime?

Unappreachiated I've search'd for my Judy

only to find one to many a punch

A dove in a battle makes like fish a nice kettle

With olives as first course

they'll have fowl for lunch

I'm the exception that proves the rule

- 'sui generis'

The prodgigal son of a different school,

the blackest sheep there is

The pagan 'mongst christians,

to fillies a dark horse

(Before the storm I flee...)

A settler 'midst migrants,

thy rebel without cause

(...when others have their tea)

Fetch me a map from science to fiction,

preternatural compass to guide me

home

Tapster come bring me an ale

It be my 'Holy Grail'

to soothe my thespian wail

Creed

I've court'd with Venus

till'd pastures for Pan

Drunk health bacchanalian

time and again

To tired to hunt for a faith that is fit

'Acedia' mine 'idol' hath not help'd a wit

In My Darkest Closet

My closet hath no skeletons to upbring,

yet plenty of other mysterious a thing

Conspiciuous by absent tho' Narnia be,

when lock'd in with ease the harder to flee

To find peace of mind I hide from the war

that rageth outside the door

Will o' the Wisp come light my way

I've been lost and gone astray

Fed on shewbread, philtre starv'd

- a labyrinth I roam

Will o' the Wisp come light my way

I've been lost and gone astray

Fed on shewbread, philtre starv'd

- a labyrinth I roam

Light me a lantern spark'd and fann'd,

a stranger in a stranger land

I'm without purpose, tool and faith,

come show me my way home

I'm without purpose, tool and faith,

Will o' the Wisp show me home!