Walking upon a deserted road the moon my only friend,
searching with moistened eyes for on my journey a solemn bend,
dancing upon a midnights breeze quick to float away upon a boat of mythical dreams passes the heat of a lonely day,
what am I traveling this road dusty and worn?
I am the dew upon the grass that shimmers of glass each new morn,
I'm just a distant traveler laying softly under the stars waiting for the roll of the ocean to once again take me afar.