The Wanderer Travels

Awake, alive with the hopeless ache for sleep Of one whom is dazed I know not when I came I know not where I go The plane reveals itself to be beyond the eye to mark its bounds The think, damp, and humid night. Shallow breaths in the lungs from the moistened air Often less obscure than the day is the brightest night When senses brought to life by surroundings, it becomes clear That we must travel by nocturnal light to acquire the great and known force Within this balance his darkness is attained as the wanderer travels Envisioned in his mind, a place to travel far beyond To seek a journey only for the sake of the journey Elements of the earth never cease to wear upon his being In great relief the smoke arises, revealing the wanderers visions unto himself Drawn into by unseen force now standing aware The two eyes closed but the other sees with great vision Enter into the gateways opened within And see within which dream the key is revealed as the wanderer travels