The Traveler

Lost, I stumble - unfamiliar ground
rises up; frozen, I fear, another
tomorrow- with out you.

No need to wonder how it
might end. It’s pretty obvious,
you grew roots into my soul.

Foreign objects. Lodged in deep.
Watered with tears & darkness,
refuse to disintegrate.

An end of any sort, would
never have suited me.
So many moons between us,

yet - it seems just yesterday,
I was in your arms,
lost in heaven, believing,

my journey complete.



~Sabrina