How do I wander? Through crowded city street,
with hazel wand in hand, or sailing roiling seas,
seeking golden apples of the sun, finding defeat,
wondering the gods whose hearts I must appease.
The glimmering girl has vanished, forever in the past
her heartaches muted grief in throes of fitful slumber.
The blossom of youth soon goes, beauty does not last,
time journeys on, carrying our destined number.
Yet I realize that dreams change, they come in many forms,
as starlight reaches us, and its reds shift to blue,
as heroes stay the course through life’s constant storms,
I see rainbows now in the changing hues.
So we’ll float together, our raft on time’s stream,
we’ll love, be together, and share a dream.
NaPoWriMo, Day 25 Today’s challenge–to use a line from a poem. I attempted a sonnet here, which was a prompt from a previous day. I used phrases from Yeats’s “The Song of Wandering Aengus.”
You can also listen to it sung here by Judy Collins.
Golden Apples show up in many myths, including one of the tasks given to Hercules.