Time Traveller…
Slumbering in the melody of magic moody blues
Viewing ice castles afar
From an autumn bench…
Dreams of worlds iced with waves of the spirit…
Ambience of the soul…
Taking a thought from the Universe…
Watching the colours of leaves fall…
And dreaming white dreams…

Only a Time Traveller
Has the keys to Infinite Memory…
Mystic Days of Future Past…
Where the tinkling of a moment
Becomes the epitome of every Tomorrow…
Where the illusion of every Dream…
Becomes the real Solitude of every quivering Soul…

Time Traveller…
Humble Seer of Seasons…
Knowing the blink of every Day
May be the wink of a Thousand Years…

Every Time Traveller knows the Piper…
Keeping one eye on the Kite…
And one ear on the Music…
Yesterday’s news becomes the lyrics of Tomorrow…
Perhaps there is only an Organ Grinder…
But the empty street and the lonely lamplight
Enchants the orchestra of the journeying Spirit…

And the tides rock endlessly in ebbs and floes…
Seeking the Inner Voice of the still, small lake…

And there is a Lady
Travelling softly…
Watching the masquerade of Autumn moods….
Waiting by the Lake…
For the call of Someday…
Weary of walking away
Blinded by the follies of daily rhythms…
Waiting for the Voices of the Tides
To reach out
To touch
The reflections of her Mind…