Vagrant
Wanderer, capture time
and fall to newest shores –
strange, yet quite familiar,
this beach that finds your strength
again.
Strange in noise and
business
with strangers all around,
escaping from embitterness
with thoughts that echo sounds.
Strange, the light that
beckons you
is sourced from where you came.
Strange that it once
guided you
to fly this way to fame.
And now the eyes of
watchers
search each wave, follow your shadow,
Their minds know only
wonder
as you return to blue.
© Andrew Williams 2007