The Traveler, by Lisa Rodriguez Subscribe to rss feed for Lisa Rodriguez

One day I met a traveler,
worn by time and wind.
I recognized him as we passed
and said, "Where have you been?"
He answered quick and lively.
His fiery eyes were kind
and I guessed he sustained life without pain
from the energy in his mind.
I said, "I know you somehow."
He smiled and said, "You do.
I've been to many lands
you've always wished you knew.
I've sailed on ships of silver
but you were never there.
The reason is a mystery 
why you would never dare.
You see, I am your brother--
the other side of tears.
Your Peter Pan of Neverland.
All your hopes and fears.
You see my every memory,
in daydreams that I bring.
I'm your bird of happiness,
forever on the wing. 

by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez
1976
Posted: 2007-08-09 20:50:51 UTC

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2007-08-28 00:05:06connie
this poem is really good