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

Flame in Time

Fire rage throughout the night,
Embers burn, one with light,

Alone to self, I reminisce,
White cloud of ash, a gentle mist,

My mind is clear, no sound is heard,
Restless still, the hours turn,

Emotions felt, at every crackle,
I feel myself, within it’s mantle,

The warming fire, chill of breeze,
Shivers sent, calming needs,

I feed the flame, to my delight,
The coals so hot, they reignite,

I can not help, to see my youth,
The kindling first, made from you,

As you consume, all that’s found,
The troubled years, in me renowned,

You as I, now prosper, rise,
Until our fuel, runs out of time,

We mustn’t wait, count the days,
The clock now ticks, our flame awaits