the tattoed man in exile

the tattooed man in exile

the tatooed man has left his mark in maps

scratched upon the surface of the sky

the moon and stars all measuring his days

as slowly and too quickly life goes by

he walks his paths in memory of love

he stalks the latest mark upon his skin

he longs for things forgotton and things lost

waiting for his new life to begin

here he sees his lovers in his arms

his children marked with joy surround his heart

his sorrows (there are many) on his brow

hold his secrets as he stands apart

his colors sail his mind in azure skies

his truths his songs his victories his sighs