"Quest"

"I think it's time I was leaving now",
Beneath Orian, North, and Plough,
The fields that grip us to our bones
Pull us down to the unknown.

The world of dreams, and succesful life,
Which gave way to a world of strife,
And failure, in the stead of success,
Illusion gave away to less.

Escape remains so crystal clear,
In tiny drops, my sweetened dear,
The vision of beauty, my coloured song,
To whom my heart is dear despite long

Distances which may lay between.
A life of more than seventeen,
I am brought o'er hundred leagues,
Unlike the young love which fatigues.

All this and I am with her now,
She smiles politely, frowns a wrinkled brow,
"I think it's time I was leaving now."