I Know Where My Journey Will End - Rykarda Parasol

Just beneath the mountain

Near creek and old mill

A town i’d like to live in

When i am finally still

I’m going there some day —

When all travel done

I’ll lay my suitcase down

And write my final song

I was not content with dreams

Of love, god, or ghosts

I was troubled to find their sense

In comfort or in hope

I’m certain to sadness and sleep

Tired of my peculiar tongue

And the brain from which it stems

I wonder if i have one?

I never sought a husband

Nor children or house of gold

Mine riches are found in reason

At this old trader’s post

So go now and set my ashes

To mill’s brook by and by

And do not sob for me my dears

For i cannot hear you cry!