"Lost" by Katherine J. Grantham

I am Don Quixote, I am Tom O’Bedlam
I’m searching for something that cannot be seen.
I walk in the daylight all dream-wrapped in twilight
With Whim as my Ruler and Fancy my Queen.

I see in the stillness and hear in the quiet
With sharpness of eyesight and cunning of ear
Those things that no other can see all about him
And I hear the songs that no other can hear.

The song of the Shadow from under the Mountain
Speaks of a Dragon much brighter than gold.
The song of the Sword in the fire of its forging
Sings of a King who is daring and bold.

I see in the thorns and the blooms of the brier
Elfin knights guarding their ladies so fair
I see in the hearts and the souls of those ‘round me
Those who’d see, too, if they only would dare.

Language that flows like a rich golden music.
Power that flows like a heady gold wine.
Beauties that pale all the stars of the heavens
All of these, all of these things have been mine.

But I have awakened a stranger, an outcast.
This land has no mercy for one such as I.
The road to the lands that I know must lie near me,
I’ve not found it yet, though I try and I try.

For I would again ride the steeds of the North Wind
And summon the stars from the heavens on high.
For there I would know full delight and contentment

And there I could peacefully lay down and die.