Voyagers

I've traveled this road before. Maybe it was in a dream, but I don't think so. I remember too well the cold pavement Beneath bare feet and walking Toward the water color moon. The road was deserted, except for thoughts And emotions that seemed to swirl All around then land in the snow by the wayside. I remember, too, feeling alone and Miniscule compared to the landscape. The moon appeared to be just for me and I reveled and bowed to it's beauty. No sound, except for my heartbeat and The breath escaping my lips Making vapor clouds which I hung My thought on then watched Them float away into the twilight. I was responsive and resolved to reach my destination.... Where ever that might be. I wasn't cold or frightened but I Was careful to stay to the center Of the pavement to avoid what might Be hiding, as things often do, in the Places I could not see. I remember walking for hours while the Moon seemed to be floating away from me, Perhaps it was traveling too, on this road. Maybe we were both searching, searching, searching, With either of us knowing what it was we were searching, searching, searching for. I would pause, on occasion, to catch my breath But I don't think the moon stood still. It kept Wandering in the sky but always seemed To stay centered to the road. It cast no shadow, neither did I. Both alone on this night, content. Both voyagers. Both waiting to see Where the road would lead. I've traveled this road before. Maybe it was a dream, But I don't think so.