Tentative steps on foreign ground Fifth king of Thailand In a crimson shrine They cede the right to me I lead them to the place I love Subtle fire in a seed pod Guide in foreign wilderness of taste Subtle flavor with fiery breath Young enough to follow Where their elders lead Trusting faces, surprised When I have lead astray Guardian protector Alone outside the circled huts Crouched in aeons-old leaf mulch Watching that they might be safe Not the shape I choose myself Wolf, yes, but alone Packs never mine to join I prefer to walk the distant paths Far from ties that bind But once again they follow me In simple, trivial ways I cannot turn away and yet It's not the role I want to play
Please link, don't copy.
This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2002