undestiny

In winds that whistle
through life divine
where that I be here
when the winds shine
but all that is left
when I arrive
is the sullen moonlight -
much to my delight.
In past times I've stumbled
and cursed the darkness
in which I've tumbled.
But now I see
with aided sight
just where I belong in the
sullen moonlight.
No sooner than it occurred to me
that daylight was not destiny
and that bright stars shine
not for me,
that tunnel light
was futility.
So one can walk
down sullen corridors
without hesitation
and without scars.
So there I will
plainly be;
A child of undestiny;
to ruminate forever
of things I have not lost,
and gloat in happiness,
of sweet moonlight frost.
A subtle sign of magic,
a subtle sign of lost,
and here I remain,
the child of undestiny.