She comes and goes
like a mist
touches you with her
sweet sadness
then is gone
without a word

Drifter

Taking little bits of
melancholy
here & there
to keep in her pouch
of wistful memories

O wayward child
you touch me with your
haunting presence...
Why must you wear
a mask
hide from the warm sun
of friendship

What has hurt you so
that you must wander
like a lost soul
through the wide world
disconsolate
Always seeking the flame
then shying from it

O bright star
Be not forever
mourning
Come to the fire
and warm your weary heart
among friends

You need not be afraid
we won't turn you away
We're all misfits here
in a dark world

Come and rest your burdens
Put your mask aside
And be one of us.