A Need to Flee: Stolen Child

"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild,
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than ye can understand."

I have loved this setting of W.B. Yeats poem since first I heard it. Who would not want to come away, to leave behind the weeping of the world?

I Too Well Understand

Only a child can answer,
Untouched by the world's weeping, 
Unweighted by those cares.

"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild,
With a faerie, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than ye can understand."

I hear their song
And try to follow.
Blinded by my weeping,
I wander through the night,
Lonely and scared.
Lost in my tears,
I wander the woods.
I wander the dark,
Trying to heed their call.

But for naught.
For I am full of the world's weeping,
And I too well understand. - 11/2/98, revised 3/4/14


I have so much to say right now, so many half-started posts, but right now all I can do is weep and dream of fleeing. Yet when your troubles are contained within your own body, to where can you flee?