Worlds Away

what the nomad brought home

The Traveler

The eyes may be the window to the soul
But the voice is the ticket for its journey,
Drawing, only if we’re lucky, the most intrepid of travelers
Like an irresistible siren song
To explore those depths within us,
Devouring the landscape with their eyes,
Illuminating the ancient corridors of spirit with golden fingerprints,
And tearing through the wildest jungles with flashes of insight,
But never trying to tame, no, relishing
The primal beast they find so submlimely seated
Somewhere in the being–
Enthroned on instinct,
Enrobed in the sumptuous trappings of human feeling,
Crowned with the dazzling jewels of articulation,
And wielding the precious sceptre of literacy.

So, traveler, perhaps our eyes have not yet met–
This time, at least,
But let me take you on this accidental journey
To the depths of my soul
Where we both might be surprised to find
That the lines of self begin to blur
In the blinding brilliance of my naked sincerity
And the earthy essence of your raw crusade for truth
Where you go seeking something palpable
On the timeless, winding river of words.

It’s hard to define what inspired this poem about the art of expression; I was watching “Laura non c’e” (Nek’s duet with Cerena).  Maybe it was the timelessness of the setting in the video, Nek and his absent muse, the tortured artists running frantically through some underground labyrinth, the beautiful illumination of the dark corridors they explore, I’m not sure….This poem is about even more than I am sure how to express in prose, so check out the video if you’re curious; maybe the imagery will convey what I cannot.


January 21, 2008 - Posted by | muse, Poetry, Reincarnation, Wanderlust, Writing | , , , ,


  1. “Tearing through the wildest jungles with flashes of insight….”

    And isn’t that where the poetry we write comes from, after all? It’s the wildness that binds the fellow travelers together. I love this one.

    Comment by zouxzoux | January 27, 2008 | Reply

  2. You got it, zouxzoux, awesome! It’s hard to articulate what this poem is about, but I guess you could say it’s not only about the act of writing and exposing that wildness through your words, but also the interaction between reader and writer when they’ve crossed paths and truly met eye to eye, piquing one another’s thoughts and provoking even more exploration. (Like happens a lot on WordPress!) Thanks for the feedback on this one — I wasn’t sure if it was too abstract. 🙂

    Comment by 20yearsfromnow | January 28, 2008 | Reply

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