Traveler
It’s a hazy colored sky I see,longing to be home, once
more freely
To bathe again in the warm sunlight and in our horizon
blue delight.
Far borders call as distant shore sings, “Come fly away
on light fairy wings.”
Then scan magic coasts of foreign lands, enjoy subtle
tides with shifting sands,
Share bold sights of untold magnitude, traverse worlds
that dwell in solitude!
Oh, weary traveler, why so pale? Seek yet other scenes
with mount and vale,
Trek many a mile with lonely heart, to find each end
akin to the start.
Yonder we search and hither we go, floss on the breeze,
the winds do us blow.
In our quest for the wisdom we seek, truths that exist
have not power to speak,
When this wayward wanderer needs rest, remember,
home remains still the best.
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