How much poetry live within me
Or am I merely a vessel
That has to be loaded and unloaded
To not waste away under the calm wind
And sink to a weighted depth of silent
And unfulfilled dreams
Yet what is the use
Carrying a soul from an unwritten land
To an unread land
Both dotted with footprints of past voyageurs
But no path or end in sight
Perhaps I am destined to be an unnamed pilgrim
That treads upon and whose marks will be tread upon
The wasteland of hapless ambitions
Transforming it into a garden of everlasting
Love, freedom, and hope
There,
You may find me one day
Though you will not know it
Nor will I
Within a petal of the rose
A dust in the dew
The wings of a honeybee
And if you look closely,
Listen closely
Within the laughing wind
As the gale brings all of us
Across the sea
Carrying vessels after vessels
From dream to dream