Starsailor (Wayfaring Stranger)A Poem by Lonesome TravelerThe stars haunt the night, Your soul shoots the breeze. We could grasp them, But should we try? - Starsailor, or just wayfaring stranger? Ambeguity inked into the eyes Colours sketch, but your tears paint. The canvas of a broken dawn. - We roll on through the night; A brave new world, or crippled tomorrow? We swim the tide of uncertainty, But there's no leaving now. - The stars haunt the night, Your soul shoots the breeze. I ask what I dread to know, Starsailor, or just wayfaring stranger? © 2013 Lonesome Traveler |
StatsAuthorLonesome TravelerUnited KingdomAboutYoung, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..Writing
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