The Traveller

Glint with lonely light glowering through emptiness
Smile at faded past receding into photographic stillness
Cry at emerald jewel floating lost somewhere far away
Sleep and dream, cover reality with a shroud of black imagination,
Laugh; bright catherine wheels shimmer with immeasurable power,
Sparking off daisy chains of fire
Spattered over the black, dead grass
Laugh; you are immortal
Empty husk will drift forever, monument to your life,
Obelisk to your memories, their shades of sepia and gold.
Rejoice with bitter horror; you dance and weave with the gods
Yet forever dream
Alone