Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Poem



For the man who had to go miles before he could sleep........


In the dark and in the gloom
with clouds up above in the heavens,

marring the light
the full moon has to shine ,
i hear the wind drifting 
through the woods,
its a secret, yea a secret
is what i overhear,
which i am sure,
the wind wanted the gentle
leaves alone to hear,
its going to get colder
said the wind
for the winter is
around the corner,
for the winter is
around the corner,

"so,the winter is here" 
so i said, like a Lear,
I am a traveler,
with packed traps and springing strides
i travel,
like the seasons 
i travel,
winter or summer 
i don't bother 
but marvel, 
summer its hot
so what i care not,
I am a Traveler
i fear not the cold,
i fear not the winter
for i have no place to go
for i have no place to go,
the winter is around
the corner, though.

But its when
I heard the leaves rustle,
the winter is here,
the winter is here,
I wished the sweet pleasantness 
of the yesterdays
would stay with me all along,
night and day through the winter
till the spring came along,
but I am a traveler

so i travel
with packed traps and springing strides
and it better be where
i can spend the night,
it better be where
i can spend the night...

1 comment:

YUVA said...

machi too good da.. i thought it will be a small one.. but this is lengthy and also the TR style - i forgot the word.. :) its nice da.. :)