A Traveller’s Ode
Withering hooves no one to disapprove you walk in search, of calming hues your dreams have but been empty it seems the love that once brought joy, is nowhere to be seen
It is a bit hard, a tough task to endure the love that you gave, you need some to procure there is no one there, with you to cause ease you lie on your bed, with tears in the sheets
You try to shiver, the feelings of drought that bought an unbearable stream of emotions It dawns on you then, when you sat in your chair you are alone, right there — it was as you envisioned
But didn’t you know, there was someone there anticipating and bearing the agony you experienced the parts of yourself lay dormant in slumber perhaps it is because your soul is in surrender
You start to walk again, your resting time is up make haste, don’t waste or else it might never occur the chance that you seek, with a kindred hope you breathe to live one more day, to receive replenishment of peace






