The Blood & The Bones

The writer, the warrior, the wanderer

the man I never really knew

Yet the only one to ever see all the way through

He walks along the Milky Way, a million grains of sand spread out like stars and down the roads of the forbidden lands and darkest parts of the universe

Not ready to say he’s reached the mountain top. Too far still to climb.

Too many stories left to write

To many battles left to fight

Too many shifts in his paradigm

And still I stand waiting on the front porch with open arms

Ready when he is through

To be the place he comes home to