A Traveling Soul…

A traveling soul is he
in search of the land
that holds the key
to unlock the chain
that will set him free
from the evil curse
of the banshee.

A traveling soul is he
in search of the sand
holding the ship
that will end the curse
with a touch upon her lips
sealing his heart
in a total eclipse.

A traveling soul is he
in search of the band
that hangs with the gal
he saw tonight
viewing a Chagall
in the gallery
right before the canal.

A traveling soul is he
in search of the hand
that holds his heart
he met tonight
facing the fine art
one look from her
spins him on a fresh start.

A traveling soul is he
in search of the sand
that holds her steps
for him to follow
through all paths complex
their lips do touch
before the sex.

A traveling soul is he
in search of the land
they can call their own
away from banshees
and other buried bones
in the mid of the waters
they sit upon high throne
his gal, his queen
forever his precious stone.

© River 3/12

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