The Wander

Once
Long ago
Obsidian eyes scanned the distance
Between heart and mind

It was marked with rivers
Inlets
And lonely islands

Few survived the journey
Yet everyone set out to try

Traveling the meandering path
Gaining companions along the way
Losing them too

On a scenic route
Where white flags waved gently
Where thoughts held up traffic

Where laughter was confused with weeping

Landmarks appeared
Like paintings on a wall

Those of the loved and left behind
Spirits

Past
Present
Future