The Advantage Of Being Lost

I have seduced the ghost that stray through my dreams
turning their whispers into my song
an accompaniment into the night that I've measured and found lacking
its seams are stretched and the moon disregards its darkness

Like foundlings and outcast I navigate without a compass
alert for the watchers and brothers keepers
feeling the earth breath with each step I take
my passage goes unnoticed by those concerned with conversion

I have learned to recognize the sentinels and prophets
forever scanning horizons with their wind bitten eyes
at times I feign propriety to avoid their inquisitions
often as would a wraith I simply fade into the ether

Waiting for the moment their naivete is exposed to my blade
that instant when they realize the wages of sanctimony
victims of their own petulance who try to cast their shadows away
unaware that not even a pure heart can turn night into day