ALL THAT IS...

The stranger travelled
in the moonlight,
the air was fresh,
the sky was clear,
the dream he had
was now a distant
compass by which
he must steer.

His breath was deep
his feet were planted
as every footstep
touched the ground,
his eyes looked
at the path before him,
his ears heard
every single sound.

It was as if
there was a oneness,
he was just part
of all that is,
enveloped by the
darkening forest
shining a light
that was his.

A soft warm glowing
lightened the blackness,
just enough for
him to see
the direction which
his feet had chosen,
for his heart and
head to be.

Morganpoet