The traveler always seeing
new
finds a part of his soul
in the landscape
...
Our years pass in flight
Like birds in the night
We can't see their wings
Only
...
Here is the court of night
distance is pursued
by imagination
noonfaced desire caresses life
...
The Traveler
The traveler always seeing
new
finds a part of his soul
in the landscape
discovering this, asks again the world once perhaps
was new
carrying
left behind experiences
to be gathered by traveling---- but still there yet remains undiscovered
landscapes
tortuously eternally binding
passion
attempting to overcome it----- this estate might become
the most beautiful
eternally leaving behind
unmoving irretrievably lost ----