The Silhouette of a Traveler

#2 I poetically see The silhouette of a traveler Often overlooked Because of the great range around them But they don't mind They are here for the same purpose you are The mountain range The sky littered with stars But there are stars in the travelers eyes They are not reflecting the sky These stars belong to the traveler They are their where ever they go The stars are dimmed sometimes Dimmed when they don't know where to go Or who they are They are a silhouette Not only to the viewer of the photograph, But to them self Because sometimes They only feel like a silhouette But they soak up life So that one day When it's the end They say it was a good life And for once, They mean it