PATH OF THE WAYFARER
Over lofty mountain, under sea a thousand fathoms deep,
Over wandering cloud, under watchful sun, under night skies that never sleep
I am the Wayfarer and my long lonesome path meanders to the west
I follow the path to the realm of the setting sun and in my withered hand I clutch an ancient pipe
I am the Wayfarer, and I shall pipe a song with zest
For the way is long and wearisome, the night young and I sing my impending plight
The beautiful sunrise heralds a new day
But alas! My soul cannot hold sway
Long shadows cross my path and chill winds this way come
I struggle to keep the shadows at bay
My path rounds a treacherous bend
Could my wayfaring days so soon near an end!?
Yesterday, the day was forever beautiful
But now, day has turned to the darksome night
My fate is sealed, I cannot vanquish my plight
I was in the bloom of youth, my full days as yet unlived
As I walk alone on the now darkening path,
Pipe of time immemorial in hand, song in mouth, I look towards the west
And chance to see the desolate landscape
I feel as though I am a ripple in the sea
Smashing my soul asunder, like thunder, but alas! Let it be
The lives of my comrades all tossed away
Yesterday they were many, now I walk this path alone
I walk this empty path alone, pipe in hand, sad song in mouth and I sing:
“I am the Wayfarer and my path takes me to the west,
For ‘tis the land of the setting sun, where my soul shall rest”
My last breath is drawn and my soul starts to yearn
Most accursed thing! When will they ever learn!?
The heavenly orb is sinking beneath the horizon,
As the naked shadows do grow longer still
Amongst the shadowy trees is the Grim Reaper, mouth ajar,
In scornful laugh, eyes ablaze, his scythe sharp
But every darksome night brings forth many a star
I see God’s Angel, descending, wings unfolding, strumming his harp
I am a wayfarer and my path meanders to the west; now it has ended
I gaze behind me towards the east, the way I have come
And I wonder about rays of another day
The moon in its loyal majesty and stars in their multitudinous cry
Start a-shining; I go to rest beyond the hallowed land of the sun
My soul starts to shine from afar
Just like a beautiful star
To shine away the disputes of Man
So he may ever learn; that we are all wayfarers
Do hear the wind whisper wayfarers all: your path is one and the same!
Daniel Kamete
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