I don't understand these youth who come straight out of the pocket,
And know right where they are heading.
I only know how to obey the call of the wanderers,
Who don't even know they've been wandering,
And have only now reached the shore.
Their story is deeper, though harder, stronger, though longer.
It weaves and strays onto paths that take years to untangle from,
Still, it has them where they are today.
They have bloomed, though lately.
~Copyright 2011, Bookish Kind
Photo by John William Waterhouse - "Ophelia" 1889