Traveling Man
Modify peace in your valley
Into peace in mine.
If you go your way and I
Go mine, may we not
Find ourselves together again?
Lost and found in your charms
Are some spells I once knew but have forgotten.
The day this house was built
We found someone on the roof.
Everything is a grave now.
All those people sleeping around
Don't do it anymore.
Insomnia has discovered them.
Meet your maker, poem.
But don't expect a visible smile.
Take up your music and sing.
Give me your rest, if you can.
Who determines the darkness
Must know how to penetrate it, too.
Tom Savage
3/2/06
*Written while watching The Traveling Lady, a play by Horton
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