I may need to rest here
The chill of wind and warmth of fire
together leave me wanting
to be free from time
My rucksack is full now
of sunsets and days spent
hitchhiking in search of the divine
I must unpack a while by the fire
This artifact I see in the light
is a map to where I sit
now in the cloak of shadows
and dancing yellow flames
Each trinket I have carried
for so long is the same
A journey in itself, a parable
all leading to this place
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
I may need to rest here
The chill of wind and warmth of fire
together leave me wanting
to be free from time
My rucksack is full now
of sunsets and days spent
hitchhiking in search of the divine
I must unpack a while by the fire
This artifact I see in the light
is a map to where I sit
now in the cloak of shadows
and dancing yellow flames
Each trinket I have carried
for so long is the same
A journey in itself, a parable
all leading to this place
