Wistful Heart

Those epitomes that have molded me
Could they a Heaven not forever be?
Era long I left that land,
I longed yet for those colleagues and band.

Life longs; life yearns– they become wistful;
Life e senses—all the sweet and the beautiful.

Ah! But divested of path I do yearn
To understand what went wrong
In the so-called the last Shangri-La
In faith there are many flaws.

Let it dwell, my last Shangri-La, from ages and hence,
And let it not die out in encroachment.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin