Refugee

As a refugee I travel beyond boundaries,

my footprints change the rules.

Leaving behind fire alive on a creekside,

burning away the blues.

As I walk ahead carefree with hope warming my heart in the biting cold,

that a lone traveller would sit warm beside a hay.

A swarm of butterflies strum my strings for a while.

My companions for a day never promised to stay.

I now walk alone with the colour brushed upon my cheek.

A farewell present so bitter of alas a memory sweet.

Left bereft of the rainbow, I cherish the long gone rain.

So I repeat.

As a refugee I travel beyond boundaries,

my footprints change the rules.

Leaving behind fire alive on a creekside,

burning away the blues.

I have walked through autumn and the spring.

I have seen many a day and night.

Driving away the dark, I rise as yet another day.

Even if the sun might set after the morning light.