Poetic Tribute to Lord Byron

He travels paths, long lost to most,

    all covered by the brambles' spread
And, searching for a lover's ghost,
    sees little of the routes he treads.
Her eyes he sees in his mind's eye,
    instead of rocks or trees or clouds.
And as he passes these things by,
    he fails to see his true love's shroud.
For in the clouds and trees and rocks,
    is where her spirit found its place.
And though her heart lay in a box,
    her mind is free to fly with grace.
So, free to soar, she now resides 
    in places full of beauty great.
He passes with a careless stride,
    the things that matter to the late.
 Now thinking only of what's gone,
    he'll never see his love again.
And though she sings a loving song,
    his ears are clouded by his pain.