the traveler

:Intended as lyrics to a song. Mostly for my grandfather, to show that I'm still writting and think of him every time that I do:

With my telescope,
I can see far places
Lands and you
and 20 new faces

Come and gone
travel two steps forward
and one tot he right
we circle the globe through the nights

With your hands in the air like and airoplane
we will revise and devise with every brush of the wind
and then we'll hide
wrap the cool earth around us and nestle and wrestle with the pines

tomorrow's not
in our dictionary
we'll supply
father time with bribes of glass

In a small sailboat
you float the waters
I whisper to the wind
to blow you to my bed