The Traveler

Strange and enchanting against the wind
You enjoy huge maidens on the flowers.


Be light. The birth never ends.


Everyone is buzzing behind the wind.
I create willing women under the sky.
Can you dig it?


My children, the tranquilizer ghosts are on fire.
Ahhh! Sin never ends
Nor does the pain.
Ask his way
and find road signs.

Strange how life will run away from you sometimes.
Opaque and insecure
A lucky sin
A kind of wind that blows
Where at last
The traveler
Looks for landmarks
Before help could come.


How long do you talk to your own face in the mirror?
Forgetting who you are

moment after moment.

-Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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