Weary Traveler

Welcome lone traveler, how far have you come,

Eyes of exhaustion, weathered to numb,

Shoes in a tatter, clothes full of earth,

Skin full of scars, flesh of raw dirt,

What travel has brought you, welcome lost soul,

Come rest in the warmth, bathe off the cold,

I one of not much, yet humble in life,

Your needs are now more, I share in our plight,

With two words he spoke, I shall never forget,

“Bless you” kind sir, last tear is for death

Dusk to Night

To be that one, lost and cold,

To worry not, fulfill my goal,

Stand beside me, hold me close,

Worry not, for I grow old,

The days will travel, far or near,

No pressure felt, without a fear,

Those behind me, left with scars,

I tell the tale, protect your guards,

Strong shall flourish, weak will pass,

To those I say, the best outlast,

Life the journey, each shall know,

Blessed are those, who seek unknowns,

All will gather, toward your strength, 

Until the heart, relinquish pain,

To be so cold, not value life,

Will draw you close, to after sight, 

The dark survives the coldest nights, 

Who then becomes the one of light?

Ark Of Life

One whisper away, one fallen breath,
The time now present, a scent of death,

My body weak, heart still strong,
Toward the light, my mind is drawn,

Softly spoken, no more words,
Without a fear, one page to turn,

In this moment, my thoughts at ease,
The curse of life, a choice to leave,

Fear not my child, as I embark,
Upon this mission, lifes humble ark,

Cloud Of Black

Bound to the present, magnificent strife,
Maleficent fortune, hunger for life,

See only misgiving, torment now daily,
Each day like no other, what more could regale me,

This cloud now in follow, for what have I done,
Deserves said destruction, each hour become,

I see vivid future, pain before pleasure,
A curse of the sort, will remain with me clever,

No pontiff or witchcraft, can lead me to whole,
This journey I follow, black cloud of my own