A travellers eyes seek wisdom,
A journey to behold,
The horizons and the oceans
tell of mysteries old.
Of lands that yet had to be named,
Of seas that none had sailed.
The births and deaths and many dreams
Of endeavours that had failed.
The building of a nation,
The founding of a home,
It's what our travellers look for,
While they fly and sail and roam.
Their final destination,
Will remain unknown.
For travellers do not realise
When they have found a home.
They will search amoung the waves,
Till time itself does stop.
The turning of the planet,
The ticking of the clock.
Their journey? It will reach it's end,
They shall embrace their fate.
While the mysteries of the deep,
Lie eternally in wait.
Great poem! And about travelling too. So.... where's your photos from your trip? Saw one of you covered in butterflies but you must have some you could post here..... :-)
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