You must be a wanderer like I..
Parted souls roving deep within
the strange silence
that once was life..
A storyteller of the past..
A watchful eye that does not rest..
Never sets like the dying sun..
It will burn and you will fade..
as memories before you were washed away..
by the sands of time.
No one stands in the way of the wanderers..
For they are not seen
nor heard
nor felt.
Beautiful are they who speak of times long past..
And only we know what the shadows hold.
You felt my presence before..
And you will again.
You will follow..
Your mind will travel the same miles as I have..
to seek what is our past.
as always
with my heart
richard
All Humans Alike Will Wander This Holy Hell World Before After Death Is Inevitable Until They Learn To Care & Share with All Others Not Of Same!
TRASK
Love Tinka
wonderful poem!
This has me wandering in spirit.
Very well done.
John