Steve Mairs - Sojourner (Spoken Word)
Channel: MairsandtheMonster
Date: 2012-11-02

The latest spoken word I have scribbled down in an attempt at poetry. If you like it, yay :)

Walking. 

Sinking slowly into that barefooted rhythm: one, two, one, two; 
As if she is moving to the sound of the Earth's heartbeat
Her feet carry her over great distances 
And yet nowhere at all.

This somber solitary sojourner slowly saunters on her way
To no destination besides that which time can ultimately bring her.
Sitting still or striding swiftly, the second hand silently spins
Without stopping making us all march forward to our fate.

This traveler's home is of this place no more than your's or mine;
But her march is steady and sincere.
And although her journey through time is one that she alone can face, 
the manner in which she finds a place for her heart 
Can thread the deepest bonds of love 

Created

Into a beautiful and lasting tapestry and she will no longer be lonesome.

Showered in starlight, her pale skin feels the coolness of the biting wind,
And although she has not eaten, a smile touches her lips
For she knows of a place where the incredible warmth enshrouds the soul
And the bread is

Everlasting.

Listening to the whispers of creation, she meanders through the masses
Who are all loudly wondering "Where have all the unicorns gone?"
Not noticing that when you wonder so loudly, the answers simply can't be heard.

(*whisper*) They never left.

Because all who believe that there is no more magic is a tragic indication of the devastation
That has wrought our souls and left us wanting.
There is only one shape that can fit into the void that is present in each of us.
Like a horse stretching for a carrot it will never reach while grass grows at its feet, 
People forget that pleasure is fleeting.
You see, you must remember that when the sun embraces the rain, 
Arcs of colour dance across the sky to show you just

How beautiful you truly are.

But even so, as she walks, staccato thoughts
Drip drop like the start of a sweet summer storm,
Soon forming a quiet mist of confusion and sogginess,
And her requests for a towel remain as unrequited as expected.

No backpack rests upon her shoulders,
She travels light for when she reaches the road's end,
Her possessions will be meaningless.
And she uses her footsteps to make her feel less like the world gives its very best
Every day just for her,

But it often does if you think about it.

Her footprints are small, but her heart is not,
And although she's got everything to lose
What she gains is all that she knows how to use to truly make a difference.
Treading lightly through this foreign land she offers her hand to those who need it
And flowers will forever grow from the seeds that she has spread.

You could offer to give her the moon but she would say 
"You're silly, the moon is for everybody"
And she simply doesn't see how the burning sun pales in comparison to her 

Radiant, selfless smile.

And perhaps one day she will rest within the rapture of infinity;
But on the road she travels now, what lies ahead is simply one more wayward mile.