Who Lit the Spark

I have no rule or measurement for love,

But the heart's grief I have learned something of,

And of loss perhaps have learned even more

Harbouring sorrow in my being's core.

Now age and time would have their way with me

Deprive me of my strength and energy,

My thoughts to all the golden days return

The high lone path encourage me to spurn.

But I will not allow the night to win

Who watch with welcoming eyes each day begin

And cling to truth though all around me falls

In chaos and I hear the siren calls

Inviting me to rest with tempting smiles,

Forget the journey of a thousand miles,

No more in anguish bathe or inner strife,

Oblivious live the pleasurable life.

But I refuse to tread familiar ways,

For One in me will brook no long delays

Who lit the spark that set my soul ablaze.