A Traveler's Journey (A Visit To the Quarai Mission Ruins)

I am a traveler In a place beyond time I speak the language of stone And adobe, Listen to the echoes of history In roofless, melted walls This is my journey I am a traveler, An earthbound melting misfit Whispering in the language Of leaves and lizards, Of rustling cottonwood leaves, Taking pictures with my mind This Is my journey I am a traveler Just passing through On my way to somewhere, Always on my way – on my way to Else-where, to else-when, to else-wise Even so, I tarry here This is My journey I am a traveler, A stranger from Time beyond To long ago In this ghost-filled home Of peace and contravening conflict This is my Journey I am a traveler Who sits cross-legged on the earth, Alone with the ancients Alone amongst shadows and sunshine, Silence and grace My heart and soul cry out in echo This is my journey