He travelled the Earth in his search for delight,
Observing the people as they tried to decide
What path would be better to lead them in life,
What fate to create for themselves under the sunlight. ǀ Fine
He carried his satchel, for that’s all he had,
As he gathered stories, travelling far.
He heard all their burdens and saw all the tears,
And took them with him as he travelled the seas.
He saw their warm smiles in moments of joy;
Their strong, joyous laughter which lit up the room.
He carried their stories to others like them,
To others so different who could understand.
Their dances, their struggles, their days in the rain,
Their castles, their cattle, their crops for the day.
At night by the fire, when songs would be sung,
The burdens—forgotten when under the stars.
Their moments together, their moments apart,
Their fights and their quarrels, their fears, their love.
These raw, unique glimpses inside their short lives
He captured and carried with him—in his heart.
He told them to others—it brought him pure joy,
For he felt alive through them, their spirit he loved.
He captured their magic and spread it around,
To bring joy to others—like the one he had found.
New people, new stories, new times which would come:
He’d meet with the magic they brought—one by one.
He travelled and listened, he travelled and told
The stories of those who were put on this Earth.
Da Capo al Fine
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 