the traveller

He stands at the horizon
where the valleys end
the echoes the darkness
the venoms end
there is a silence
that lasts more than a while
washes down the bruises
cleanses the scars
he yet knows not
where the horizon ends
where his paths take him
or where he heads
he looks back at the journey
and bruises meet a smile
there at the midways
he waits a while
closes his eyes
and stands there still
as he opens his heart
to the paths within.