Young Traveller

Gunpowder sky-sharks

Spun, crackled; are gone

‘Neath their magic sparks

We laughed, loved and shone.

But this is silver time

Passing on by –

Fresh mountain stream

And long-drop falls –

And knowledge and winter

Have three corners:

I guess I’m on a 

Pine-wrapped path to the third:

A path that the emperor’s troops

Would know, and kneeling within,

Young traveller in older bones

Hears the truths the

Friendly way-spirits sing.

4 thoughts on “Young Traveller

  1. thysleroux says:

    An awesome blog you have here 🙂

  2. Lindy Joy says:

    Inspiring! I’m a traveller at heart and love how you put visions and thoughts into poetry!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s