O harried pale br Wanderer br Come hither br Repose a while; br You desperately seek br Even the wildest rose br Of another’s pasture, why? br you hunt for succor br in a strangers home, why? br o wandering soul br o nomad freind of mine br rest.. br come sit next to me br and rest those wandering br feet of thine... br lets share this bread br lets share this wine br let me tell you br how this bliss br became mine br br bliss is not any man’s friend br bliss is not any man’s mistress br bliss is aloof br bliss, even though a temptress, br will not come a begging br my harried nomadic friend br and she will not respect br the wanderers feet or his intent. br bliss, my wandering nomadic br freind is to be found in the br rhythmic gentle breath br of your sweet maidens rest br flowing up the corners br of her warm oven baked bread br tingling in the echoes br of her blushing merriment. br br turn head and heart br homewards o friend br you have a pretty garden, br pretty shrubs of your own br to tend. br seek no longer br the fulfillment br of lands unknown br turn head and heart, br take wandering feet br home. br br br inspired by the pain in a freinds life...pain born of confusion and misdirection.