Wilderness

I spent my age
writing this legend.
But the pages
leapt towards the sky.
A dusty cobweb
Besieged me.
 
Time was at work.
 
The fault was not mine.
 
A few moments were given to me in trust.
The world maligned me.
Now
stranded in wilderness
I
wait for
the tree,
the water
and
the light.
 
I am the mosaic.
 
My glass-house will not crumble..
 
Each day
I light a lamp in the whirlwind.
 
I am a stage of the caravan.
 
Peep into me
and listen to the ancient ballad.
 
It is endless.