A Treasured Horizon

The wayfaring stranger has taken his rest
And found no longer he on a guest list
The sound of a bell the fog has consumed
And his shadow drifts aimlessly forgotten

Anonymity has no ledgers ascribed
And plausibility answers each why
As patterns become simply expected
And each birthing pain so neatly proportioned

Long ye lad to find the treasures within reach
They are voyages in the dusty clouds
Lying upon the horizon of imagination

Words filled with promise like lyrics in the heart
Such was the morn with glimmered fading star
Weathering hardships till he mutinied
Scavenging with his wits as one forsaken

Luck knows many angels off the beaten path
Kindness to a stranger that had not lacked
Longings for a moment wanderlust touched
Keeping secret visage the winds had taken

New land new stories new everything that dwells
Behind the veil of caution throughout years
Noting every mirrored ghost grounded without permission

A new face appears with changes etched and locked
Accepting musts of forming building blocks
As costs of working life not forbidden
And passage of fear ceases to be delayed

Safety in the voyage to the distant home
This old man sheds a tear like someone young
Sadness for his family that never knew
That he had tipped the scale and found the treasure

In a distant land of strangers he had become as one
And he sees a young lad looking at distant horizon
And he says, long ye lad to find the treasures within reach
They are there, They are there