Johan Venter


PERPETUAL JOURNEY


It came in a dream
-the journey never lasts forever-
It was borne by a dream
- every road has its destination -

A road less traveled
seems the most arduous road of all.
A journey unplanned the most animated
- ensuing a distant call -
brought on by their thoughts, their longings, hopes - their fate.
Their destination already in mind’s eye
possessions sold for attaining a distant goal
not knowing whether submission merits attainment.
A leper reaching for Olympic gold.

Still - the uncertainty of what the future holds
turns routine to adventure
obligation to favor
exploring together the reason for being in unison:
Bridges crossed never are burned
always having a safe retreat
Springs drank from always left to replenish
an abundance to drown in on defeat.

Traveling

A road leading in on itself
a journey prolonged excessively
a journey in itself justifying the destination
the journey ultimately being the destination

Till then being cold feet on hard pavement
seeking hold on the tunneled gloom of desolate track
yet being at peace and contented
showering the journey with roses
reliving every moment whether grievous or elated

Submitted: Thursday, March 04, 2010
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