11/06/2010

~ The Stranger ~

















Stranger in foreign lands, walks through a maze of haze dazed but not confused,
Past thoughts trail behind intertwined in his mind, crooked shadow trails,
Leaving to where destiny calls, he travels, mystic insight where others fail, storms blow cold, past unravels,
Determined to find the kind, optimistic futures that hold with strong metallic nails,
Where spirit shows open doors that unfold to the bold and fearless night,
Day breaks dawn with all its might, blocks that mock the rock will set right,
Life leads to journeys needs from blind to sight set seeds to grow,
Beyond the door he will walk toward real passion and what it's for,
The sun rises for the stranger forever more, calling calm and distant foreign shores.

~ William Wooding ~ ©

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