Troubadour Song

 
I woke this winter morning
   to the smell of the sea
and hummed a song for nothing,
   how nothing came to me.

I dreamed I mounted a horse
   along an empty beach
where we galloped far away
   ’til I was out of reach.

We trotted past the lighthouse
   abandoned on the dunes
and paused by a small stable
   that was now in ruins.

I woke this winter morning
   to the smell of the sea
and made a song for nothing,
   how nothing came to me.

We rode to the starkest edge
   of nowhere, by the sea.
The horse was all that remained
   of what I’d longed to be.

We had somewhere deep to rest
   and nothing left to see,
and so the two of us walked
   into the cemetery.

I woke this winter morning
   to the smell of the sea
and sang a song for nothing,
   how nothing came to me.