I am a distant traveller, the realms I
visit are as far away as are my eyes
to starlight being born, they glitter
and they keep inviting, light years
pass, a silent voice keeps ringing,
the time clock of my mind, still I
am sure eventually our hearts will
sing in tune, O yes, I am a distant
traveller, and when by chance your
eyes meet mine when passing by
then linger for a while, as if you’re
waiting for a miracle, O yes, be sure,
a faint reflection then will make you
smile, close to the border you will
recognize, close to the border you
will enter, close to the border you
will breathe in realms of gold, in Heart
and Soul and be a distant traveller,
as starlight being born.
Boutman 