WHEREVER LOVE GOES

AFTER YOU LEFT 
I WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED,
I JUST KEPT ON WALKING,
I HAD NO FINAL DESTINATION 
NO PLACE OF IMPORTANCE,
NO OTHER VOICE TO RECOGNIZED.

THE NIGHTS AND THE DAYS 
BORE THE SAME SHADOW OF DESPAIR,
CONSCIOUSNESS ABANDON MY MIND
MY HEART REMAINED BEATING 
ONLY TO TORMENT MY SOUL 
AND I KEPT ON WALKING.

THE SUMMER LEAVES 
OF THE TALL OAKS 
JOINED THE HOWLING WIND
TO SERENADE MY HEART 
AS I DRIFTED AIMLESSLY 
THROUGH THE PARKS,
BUT I KEPT ON WALKING.

THE SMELL OF THE SALTY AIR 
RACED FROM THE SEA,
THE ANGRY SEA, THE TURBULENT SEA,
AND IN THE COOLNESS OF THE AIR
THE SWEET VOICE OF DEATH 
CALLED OUT TO ME
AND I KEPT ON WALKING.

WILFORD BARKER.