Starcasing

wanderer wanders

upon the shrine that is destined to be flew
i see my south become a few
and for i hear the winter voice,
shall i reincarnate into the river noise?

For all the sand i walked at my dreaming rhyme
I've found the words before my time
beyond the shadow of its powerful hand
shall i know you are there at my end?
by the wanderer path i read its tale
as bad as pale, swallowing wave have them failed

no more to troth by every word you vow
no need to bow for what its flow
i was there as all the mystery show

and so I'm praying at your trenchant trench
believing anything shared but my sense
for now and then let it be my trace
another wanderer path that has it's tales.

posted by pema @ 11:26 AM