The Traveler
Soft soggy foggy morning draped in dew’s blanket
a mind so at ease all is near easy to forget
Lazy lavender lilac scents hang in mists there
I awake to a dawning filled without a single care
Timeless times to fill a mind, a heart in peace
as ages echo in the distance until they cease
Waiting for something though not sure what or why
hanging around till then under a cerulean sky
Just traveling, always traveling through and by
and marking the time in the ledger of the mind wry
each page a day in the life of the Traveler grown old
and maybe one day to tell the story if I grow so bold
