O’ My Heart Sojourns
I passed a lovely brook one day
From work I did refrain
Every day since, noticing
I have visited, time again...
It is concealed, with vines entrenched
But there’s beauty in this stream
Flowing free apart from me
I often stand and dream
Steady movement, going past
The rocks do show the wear
Rushing fast, at other times
The ground is torn, unfair...
It passes on, in solitude
My words it will not know
I restrain my thoughts inside of me
But once I’m home they flow…
O’ My Heart Sojourns