We dream about distance, a journey foretold.
We carry belongings, with feelings untold.
We stroll along Camino, scenting wild and prickly thyme.
Fennel sways in grasses, stand proud the test of time.
Escaping all our fears, as we drift by bush and tree
The road is long and winding, to where we can be free.
But dreams can capture worries, we blink away our sorrow.
Folded in a tied cloth, we leave them in the hollow.
A lighter step on silent breath, a tangled rose, dark red in bloom.
There walked the way of many years, beneath a sun-kissed moon.
One step along a gravelled path, a stride towards a breaking day,
We follow men in search of souls, to clear our clouds away.
A path will lead and corners bend, beyond we seek to view.
But at the end and only then,
we find our feelings true.
