Pioneers, Oh Pioneers!

My anguished children,
Follow well in order.
Wait...
Are your angry weapons drawn?
Have you your sharp-edged tongues?
I mustn't tarry long,
We must march on my darling, bear the wrong of dangers and mistakes.

Oh my youth,
and wasted youths,
impatient, full of passion.
Plain I see you, wasted youth,
trampling with the masses.

Have some wiser elders acted?
Do they wilt
and throw their questions,
passive, there,
beyond the limits of a rising sea?
Do I risk a task eternal, and the burdens with it be?

I lunge upon a mightier world, ravenous,
Fresh and strong the world I seize.
My vices, which have pleased,
since thrown across a valley wide,
fall one by one like dying winter's leaves.

Oh resistless, restless minds!
My breast aches with gnawing love for thee,
tired eyes of comrades remain
deliriously blind
through battles and defeat.
Deep pulses of the world,
they beat
for You and I,
An unrelenting rhythm sweet.

Ignoring shouts and shows,
Hapless lovers cried,
self-admitted in their prisons
like the lonely and the wicked,
for vague passions that have died.

Ethereal Spirit,
tripping,
wandering on my way,
through corridors far from the brilliance of day.
Amidst the haunted candor,
Hallucinations of grandeur,
And foggy thoughts so bitterly replayed.
The lonely mystic nights,
delusional dreams,
They rise and cling desperate you and I
Not for reminiscence sweet;
nor faulty tale or lie of life replete...

But for now,
peace in pure duress.
A lunar sky descends,
light upon a road, so toilsome of late,
And regal trumpets yell past the distant horizon,
How inspiring do I hear them press!
And nodding on my way,
a passing Lover snatches me,
on His back I ride towards
comforting arms I seek.