Traveler

I am not shaken by your untimely arrival.
You have come here before with the failing light
and I have seen the shadows on your heels.
Still yet, I embrace you.

Tell me of your travels
and show me a world I
could never comprehend.

You have seen it all.

I am no more than an
average boy, soaked in
sweat from the work of
my hands. But you, a noble man,
have no time to speak about things of that nature.

Traveler take me away in a story,
I am sure your tongue could
charm a mighty ruler and crumble city walls.
I ask that you take me down that road,
the one your feet know so well. For when you are
gone and the lemon beams of
the new sky wake me, all I will have is imagery.

Traveler you leave me again
with borrowed kisses on my lips.
I need not look to see that
my bed is empty and creased.
You must be on your way.