Traveler 

At  the softness of the lake

I felt my footfalls were at stake

In the sand, on the shore

Through the tides forever more

But in the boughs and coffee bark

The sunlight shimmers on my steps

But the waves, sparkling with winter froth

Fill the gentle scars I made

And in my wake I line the shore

Wandering in Heaven’s lore

My presence known only once

And then gone without true bunce

So with this knowledge I trudge on

Vanishing as if a restless spirit

Known by people, known by God

But by nature, only a silent myth.