The Lost Traveler

The Lost Traveler

She travel far and wide to distant lands
searching for things her heart desire
free flowing wells of love underground
are waters untouched fresh and pure.

She drifts in and out of consciousness,
digging in the trenches of life mistakes
then realizes it was all in vain;
the cistern she found has long dried up.

She stumbles aimlessly like blind dogs
searching for crumbs amid shattered dreams.
She wanders thirsting in the wee hours of the night
with no one to hear her final moans.

Somewhere behind the rainbow, she hides,
along a lonely highway, sheltered from the stormy winds
above the mountaintops head in the clouds
a lonely country girl sits alone.

In an abandoned cabin under old oak tree,
she hopes some day to find water fresh and pure.