An ode to travelling Copyright Robert Fullarton 2014

An ode to travelling

 Copyright Robert Fullarton 2014

They’ve rolled their wheels

Through the world’s dark gate

Seen gold at the ends of Roman skies

Silver tuna kissing aquamarine

And fields of vermilion

Pocketed here and there

In the shade of giant snow tipped

Mountains

Not for the world’s catch

But for the dream

Beyond the other

Its easy to tread

Where eyes can see

And foot can mount

But hard to mount

Where dreams can speak

And miracles

Behold

…….

The secrets in the souls chest

Seem to whisper

But rather

Roar

What wearied journeys

Come to testify

Only hearts can hope

As silver scales

Plunge

Bellow

Enchanted gazes

Now and forever

In the arms

Of this eternal love

Of this place beyond places

Not for the world’s catch

But for the dream

Beyond the other

The myriad dreamer

The seasonal man

Of seasonal taste

Weathered

by the acidic world

Souls and perseverance

plunging from cliffs

to purity

squeezed between the boulders

a moments love lifts

from pain

We burn the night

For the harvests

of an eternal dawn

The good lion

Has tears of gold

And weeps

For the sickly child

The outsider

And mourner of lost love

Come unto me

Ye lost loves

And scalded hearts

To the place beyond

The shores

To listen

To the holy whispers

That speak and serenade

Of peace in all quarters

Today, tomorrow and forever!