I have wandered long

battling strong


that have dragged comrades to their graves.

Now on this island I could stay

for lotus takes the pain away.

Those who eat of the flower

lose many an hour

in sweet dream.

Penelope is far.

The star

shines above.

I see love

and peace.

My journeying could cease


Yet I fear

the gods

who rob

men of peace.

No, my wanderings may not cease.

I must to my deck.

The island now a mere speck

on the skyline.

I must trust to the divine

who rule

we mortal fools.

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