Ode to the Traveler

To my wanderers; travelers of the depths.
To those who are not content to sit still.
Those who feel the stirring of the wind; a change in direction.
The ones who follow the sky.  Led by and internal compass, an astral North Star.
I have found you in the subcontinent of the soul.  Beyond the honey colored sand.  Beneath the starlit pines.
You are the explorers of the edge.  The seekers of within.
You know that your home is your heart.
To the journeyers that dare to look inside.
This is to you.  This is to you.