The Song
Traveler alond by fading fire
Mind wandering dark paths of memory
Shrouded in mist, a cocoon of wispy dreams
Soft words of a haunting song drift on wind
Like the pleading voice of memory's ghost
Wandering across star-and moon-lit plain
Crying for that which is now lost in time
Weather-beaten, worn, tired and alone
Surrounded only by the phantoms of the night
Glowing embers of the dying fire cast shadows all about
Playing out the scenes in shadow of memory long past
Dark shadow figures dance on bare ground and stunted trees
Echoing the song drifting on the silent breeze
Morning breaks, shattering the sleepless night
Erasing dancing shadow figures in a blaze of light
Wearily with quiet strength trudging into dawn
Leaving behind the sleepless night silently, moving on
Wind walks behind leaving no trace for time
Wandering alone drifting from place to place
Silently disappearing never leaving a trace
Traveler alond by fading fire
Mind wandering dark paths of memory
Shrouded in mist, a cocoon of wispy dreams
Soft words of a haunting song drift on wind
Like the pleading voice of memory's ghost
Wandering across star-and moon-lit plain
Crying for that which is now lost in time
Weather-beaten, worn, tired and alone
Surrounded only by the phantoms of the night
Glowing embers of the dying fire cast shadows all about
Playing out the scenes in shadow of memory long past
Dark shadow figures dance on bare ground and stunted trees
Echoing the song drifting on the silent breeze
Morning breaks, shattering the sleepless night
Erasing dancing shadow figures in a blaze of light
Wearily with quiet strength trudging into dawn
Leaving behind the sleepless night silently, moving on
Wind walks behind leaving no trace for time
Wandering alone drifting from place to place
Silently disappearing never leaving a trace
