To Stray

Shoes hit pavement echoes round
Lone pilgrim wandering through
Streets pressing with silent empty

Birdsong through cotton mist
Siren's song in dimming light
Draws beckons urges lures

Compulsive overcomes qualms if barely
Pressing into unknown realm
Guided only by gleaming note

Futher stranger further into
Tangles branches moss webs hanging
Obscuring thread which leads somewhere

Nowhere here nothing hear
Sound gone rushing noise
Twisting sliding falling grasping

Blue bath of light now
Circle of earth walls surround
Stillness calm and serene yet
Wrong and needles to heart and mind
Alluring yet not without feeling
Caught or already soon fettered