For Jill Burbery
I am a traveller in my soul,
And the World is standing still,
Counting the steps of Time.
I am Time
And pass through the World,
Looking at stars and ashes,
At clouds and deserts,
At birds and leaves,
At people and horizons.
I am a traveller in my soul
And pass above the World,
Seeing and hearing
Dreams and songs,
Agonies and hopes,
Praises and despairs,
Cradles and tears,
Coffins and smiles.
I am a traveller in my soul,
And free from all belongings:
Nowhere I belong,
I am Time,
I am freedom.
Copyright shall at all times remain vested in the Author. No part of the work shall be used, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the Author's express written consent.