03 June 2013

Travellers Whom We Met (rev)

 

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Another fork away ahead
Exactly like the one behind
And twists and turns to leave you dead
As choices in your mind.

We've travelled here before you know
And had this conversation yet
We learned a way to ask for more
Than empty signposts that we met.

Of travellers whom we met
And journeys we have done
And twists and turns and choices yet
Beneath a never setting sun.

The sun we followed drew us on
And nights were filled with endless fun
And youthful folly not beset
Before our travels could be done.

Our lives segued and flourished when
We strolled through amber dreams
Whose rhythms were recorded in
Our vibrant, pulsing veins.

Of travellers whom we met
And journeys we have done
And twists and turns and choices yet
Beneath a never setting sun.

Now we sing our joyful song
To harmonise with voices set
In stones beside the roadside of
The travellers whom we met.

Of travellers whom we met
And journeys we have done
And twists and turns and choices yet
Beneath a never setting sun.

© I.D. Carswell

Peachester, September 2004