My travels bring the beauty,
and magic is its path,
where rivers rise from deserts,
dry impotence there, reborn.
I leave before nightfall.
Behind me mountains break.
I rise into sunsets, blindly,
chasing my youth and birth.
The potent stone behind me,
I ride the waters of ages.
Sailing into father’s yesterdays,
whose temporary hearts bore sorrows.
I am the traveler, ever and ever.
Dust and star light, my brethren,
from cold, gray stones silent rung,
to orange stars alight with song.
I am the traveler, whose lips brush the moon.
I am the traveler, blinded by stars.
I am the traveler, unbound and stripped.
I am the traveler, my body a universe.