The Wanderer
Posted: January 8th, 2016, 10:53 am
Once was a deep blue moon in a dream
over a field of frost and dry grass
sparkling with a mystery from beyond the mountains
there the first of the wanderers was born
Some stranger came calling to my dreams
some stranger from beyond my ideas
deep and dark with the midnight sky in his eyes
singing songs from beyond the future
This traveler has skin that is dark and translucent
like the sea at night ,empty and vast in the starlight
his voice is like invisible lightning
that dances through the wind
the songs are of places beyond the reach of reason
like valleys among the clouds
His hair is droplets of time that cascade down
like a mountain waterfall
his expression is like that of spring
sweet as new love
His cloak is a clock work of orbs and light beams
the milky way dances around his head
he carries all the unasked questions
in a dream catcher by his side
he rides a steed of rolling thunder
and the music of exploding stars
is all round about
over a field of frost and dry grass
sparkling with a mystery from beyond the mountains
there the first of the wanderers was born
Some stranger came calling to my dreams
some stranger from beyond my ideas
deep and dark with the midnight sky in his eyes
singing songs from beyond the future
This traveler has skin that is dark and translucent
like the sea at night ,empty and vast in the starlight
his voice is like invisible lightning
that dances through the wind
the songs are of places beyond the reach of reason
like valleys among the clouds
His hair is droplets of time that cascade down
like a mountain waterfall
his expression is like that of spring
sweet as new love
His cloak is a clock work of orbs and light beams
the milky way dances around his head
he carries all the unasked questions
in a dream catcher by his side
he rides a steed of rolling thunder
and the music of exploding stars
is all round about