Traveler
I am a traveler in time,
going from place to place,
loving from day to day.
I stop at various inns,
for a drink and a bed.
I wonder whether my time will end
with a lover of souls,
a woman with the soul of a lover.
I stop occasionally,
to view the sights
and hear the sounds of strange towns.
I talk to the people
indigenous to the region.
They humor me
as I pass through their lives,
of pain and hurt
that I cannot cure,
and will never understand.
I am looking for she who knows
that my travelling soul
longs to stop
in a town with a warm hearth,
and a bed filled with love,
showered with rose petals,
bathed in the scent
of permanence
and wonder.