Sojourner Poem by John Stetson

Song for an estranged daughter 02/04/14 13: 10

The lone wolf is a myth we see because we want to see it
The island is a mystery because we want to be it
The journey is a trip we take because we have no other
And solitude as sacrifice, we hold it like a lover

We always seem to reach for those whose hearts can find no purchase
We know the truth lies deep below and still we tread the surface
We can't believe because the sleeve bears all we have to offer
We can't accept benign neglect's the turn to all we proffer

The love…
Still burns despite the cold
The light…
Gives lie to lies untold

The lone wolf is a mystery because the sight is fleeting
The island hides the history because the heart's still beating
The sojourner still cannot see the end for the beginning
And so the cost is what we've lost the while we think we're winning