Along The Way

Wayward traveler I met along the way…
I know your face but not the name.
Share with me from whence you came,
And I’ll name you a fellow seeker.
Past perchance have we met before?
Past romance, kith, kin, or vow to save the last dance.
Perchance quite ponderously, strange as it seems,
You appear a forgotten memory from a million footsteps ago,
And I tread lightly, I’ll have you know!

Wayward traveler I met along the way…
As night creeps in upon the day, tell me your tale!
I’ll write you a psalm to carry us beyond the grave,
And sing gently along…
As slumberous demons and sleepers awake to share that gentle gaze,
From four familiar eyes, two in each face,
That follow neither path nor plotted fate.
In memory of yesterday, let’s re-invent our today,
And tomorrow wont seem quite so grave.
Strange as it feels, have we once shared the same path?
And forgotten our last encounter a million crossroads ago…

Dear wayward traveler I met standing in the way…
Wayworn we meet, share a grin or a frown,
Some are lost, some deceased.
I’ll propose to you a toast, in memory of past defeats.
And until our paths cross again,
I’ll remember your face, but not the name,
As names dare do no justice to us.
…Those wayward travelers lost along the way.

-for M. you keep me [in]sane.