The Mapmaker

I wait for love through trying patience 

Seeking diligently to find home again.

Parading along these lines 

Covering distance while not together

Going fast to sleep, to her written letters. 

Soon I will be gone. 

Though, there's nowhere to roam. 

No distance traveled the same. 

A war upon our soles. 

Look, these trees are passing by 

Rooted in this land 

We all feel the same, but some will never feel again. 

Time has taken much, 

Eroded what was best, 

By and down the riverbend, imagine what was left.