The bond

A vagabond

            in exile

untraveled paths

no fear

                      of getting lost

déjà-vu crossroads…

christmas

crescent at night

rainbow in daylight

fresh trees

silvery hopes

au courant cheers

new linings, new ropes

the hobo has no yearning

for new years

in broad daylight

hiding from the sun

seclusion at night…

not in search of a name

in need of a land

nothing to claim

the limbs and the hands

agile

ears and eyes

moving

without ties
for a meeting

in a golden garden

by the silver pond

in the traveling

with the stars

relegated scars

only traveling

is the bond.