The Tourister of Destiny

The tourister of destiny,
Runs havoc through the land.
Looking for the song that sings,
truth to understand.
For in the day, the land runs flat,
the rivers almost dry.
But through the dusk, a rain begins,
droplets from the sky.
A reign of truth fills a void,
with what should come again.
But truth is wet and dries up quick,
disappearing from the hand.
To look again, forgetful bliss
of that monsoon eve.
Trying hard to bathe the soul,
A shower to believe.

And yet another road leads right,
A mirage on the horizon.
Where is the sign to show the way,
The temperature is rising.

The tourister of destiny
rings shadows of the past.
searching desperately day by day,
To reach the mirage at last.
But in the blindness they don't see,
Infinity was created.
Instead of travel near and far,
Sit back and be elated.
The rain will come every eve,
Tis' the story has been told.
Sit back now, you will see,
The treasures to behold.

Stephanie Brown 2000