Alone

Let the memory take you away to roads
Leading to all the places you were long ago,
To all the people in whom you left a part
Of your anxious soul and your restless heart.

All of them saw you hurry along,
Carrying your sword - always alone.

You have never known what fear is,
And you used to talk both to a bird and a beast.
But in your life there was none who left a part
Of his needing soul in your restless heart.

So many roads you walked along
Carrying your sword - always alone.