Free At Last

Cloud of hope, skies of blue,

Mysterious mountain, addressed to whom,

Within it’s soul, words are left,

Each passing gift, a note to self,

Forgive my presence, forgo my past,

Travel on, your free at last,

My humble sight, upon the sky,

This floating life, it’s will devine

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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?