Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The wanderer

The wanderer

through space and time
he wanders on and on

finds a place to settle
calls it home
does calling it,
make it home?


finds peace, finds joy
finds sadness too
finds friend, finds foe
doesnt know if all of it is true

the moment arrives
when he has to depart
and he leaves everything
falling apart


doesn't care about what is left
doesn't look back
his mind clear
he can see only the path

he keeps on walking, all alone
in solitude and in pain
until he reaches a new place
to call home again

paradise found - paradise lost
through space and time
he wanders on and on

1 comment:

Scarecrow said...

have done it all my life.... tranfers write this poem for your life...