Emotional stroke
Frozen in space and in time
Window framed in gold
Neatly placed upon a wall
Waiting for your pilgrimage
Tag: travel
Beyond my doorstep,
A jealous Pacific moans,
Clawing at the shore,
Where winding concrete ribbons,
Flirt with salt-kissed cypress trees.
This candle burns on,
Lighting the way for others,
But will it burn me?
“What Folly!” I say aloud,
As I light another match.
Flying through the air,
Only to land once again,
On this earthly plane.
Does flight feel this free for birds?
Is this their everyday bore?
I feel so heavy,
Like a mountain capped with snow,
And yet in my dreams,
I am a bird among clouds,
Which is my true reflection?
Stars will pass us by~
On the Milky Way express~
We are unafraid!
Comfort lies with our journey,
Not cosmic destinations.
Through a winding wood
Past the eucalyptus hall
The cypress spire spoke
What man endeavors to make
Nature will always take back
Alone in this world,
I set forth on my journey.
Let the trumpets sound!
Let the percussionist play!
I will rise to meet this storm.
Approaching our gate
Surcoat lined in silver swirls
This dark traveler,
A stranger to Summer Courts
With arms open, welcome him!
I yearn for a hearth
Where my travel shoes can hang
My feet up and warm
But I must remind myself
That even hearth flames ember