"To 'The Lizard King'"
Did you find,
In your summer of waiting,
The satisfaction you desired?
Or was it a
Fly-by-the-seat-of-your-leather-pants ride
That you took,
Not really knowing the secrets of anything,
And not wanting to...
Yet you left us behind,
Without your guidance from atop the stage.
You left behind the awake and the unborn,
And the unborn became born
And found you,
Even as you had gone.
So we take up the journey you
Left behind.

©Jennifer Young 1998