and a poem I wrote:
I am a traveler from far away.
Across a bridge of stars I have known.
I hold the sand in my hand,
~but it is not mine to own.
Trinkets and treasures come and go.
They fade and wither.
Thieves and vultures always at your back.
I come to collect memories,
and then,
I return home.
I am a traveler from far away.....
