Polar

POLAR

Blast the horn, raise the flag,

Turn the hills and slay the land!

The crystal I wait non existent,

Bring them here right this instant!

I tossed and turned the nights I laid,

Taking the journey of doubt and shame.

Yet all that came were rubble,

Unpolished, dull trouble!

The heads and tails they do not meet,

Neither do they look the same way.

Can they both face north and south?

Can they both see east and west?

The compass of life points and spins

The way that may or may not be.

A foreign map will lead me astray,

But a local’s sketch will guide my way.

by The Feather Pencil Chronicles