Alchemisland

Returning home I find no peace, haunted in that place

Where mirthful joy from boyhood once brought smiles to my face, 

Now ghosts walk idle through the halls, ere arcane lore is held

And by night I toss and find no peace, further into sorrow delve

Fitful there I cannot rest for fidgeting upon my chair

Donning my cap and overcoat I imagine landscapes fair. 

Whimsy sweeps in maddening fits, instinct urges me to wander 

Toward furthest peaks in misty lands across horizon yonder 

Where hill and bracken-twisted wood meets serene, quiet dell

From whence lapping currents meander through oak enshrouded fell

Ascending upward to seek the river source 

Found on that desolate cliffside; so cratered, rocky, Norse 

Windblown hares tramp ‘tween the tufts, lonely foxes build their den 

Far above the world and the pondrance of men

Where jutting rock splits verdant path, and leaf wilts neath the snow

Above the mortal world I’ll wander, where only wild things go.