All of Us Travelers
By Sandor DeGrazia
What broken things
Ride high and dark
On lovely drifts
As souls depart
Live currents
Spin in atmosphere
That whisper truth
We cannot hear
The dust of life
Sings in the breeze
Recounting time
In elegy
Impressions deemed
Just or unfair
By wreckage
That is brought to bear
From tragedy
Bloom plumes of pain
Lives washed away
Like winter rain
Illusions fade
Of futures lost
Ephemeral
As window frost
Set adrift
Sweet sad remains
Caught between
The ice and flames
Ruled by fear
Hard walls rise high
That starve the soul
And block the sky
Detached detained
In fortress cold
We turn to stone
As world grows old
Petrified
Entombed in cast
Resigned to dwell
In aftermath
But destiny
Need not stand still
Unbound by past
Is our free will
To see the light
In different hue
Kaleidoscopic
Mystic view
For spirits linger
Bright and free
Dancing
In the periphery
Pressing up
Against the tide
Of temporal seas
From realm outside
The journey strange
The rules unknown
Past signatures
Of blood and bone
The consciousness
Transcends the fold
Of space and time
Of new and old
Mysterium
Tremendum be
The cycles
Of eternity
Torn from the fabric
Stitched by time
Constructed by
The mortal mind
Set sail
Upon oneiric sea
Untrammeled by
Reality
Is what we feel
That which we see
Be it dream
Or memory
By brush of wing
And light of star
The angels meet us
Where we are
Bouncing bright
Off distant moons
In cosmic flight
Spirits illume
Crossed over
Fused in cryptic haze
Time realigns
Connections made
A portal opens
In the scrim
The paraffin
Dissolves within
The softened membrane
Welcomes through
The lost and lonely
Special few
Of wounded heart
And fractured mind
The wayward souls
Death left behind
Lines drawn straight
Bend curve collapse
Disperse to spheres
And circle back
What’s gone will come
What will be was
In motion flows
The state of love
Designations
Follow thus
We are but travelers
All of us
