A Travellers song

This group of cluttered travelers have sung their songs.
Their caravan moves to another patch.
It is between this journey I make an acquaintance,
Begging them for one more soft tune.
I chase their shadow upon my steed.
Following the well laid path ahead of me
In hope of hearing a melody
That will quench a traveler’s thirst
I look up to their silver lining
They look like enlightened Saints.
Smiling gently on the earth below
On the shadows of their massiveness
The smile slowly became a song
The trees were forced to join along.
Fragrance of wet earth was invigorating
The moment was enshrined with a span of a lifetime

Dream

Give me a Dream that I can follow
Give me a cloud that I can chase
All that I had were eaten away
By life’s monotony and abuse

To sacrifice there are many
But every hero needs a dream to embrace
I have the desire to succeed
But not the direction
Dazed and dazzling in my place I am
Petrified when I see ahead
A dark and gloomy place
Filled with lost souls
One not distinct from another.