Traveller

I cross milestones,

never looking back,

as the unknown awaits,

with open arms.

Like a bird of the night,

I wander in search,

embracing the wilderness.

Yet, I am much like you,

just without a fixed address.

I have been scorched by the sun,

almost frozen by the snow,

and blessed by the moonlight,

on the other side of the world.

In the confines of a room,

I can swim in your words,

making crash landings somewhere,

with my mind.

In tattered belongings,

I am not rich as you are.

The bruises on my feet

are lessons of pain.

But, trapped in my torn soles

are soils from foreign lands,

rich in stories,

that smell like memories.