Silent Journey

Arachnid in my nature
I knit threads I can tred
And I tred and never stumble
Never stumble on ahead

The nature of this journey's one
of those rarer and stranger cases
Where the traveler goes inside himself
To face his several faces

I hear hasty steps behind me
Behind me here I am
Contemplating destination
Fake elations contraband

And my radiance was blinding
But blinded now I am
Shedding skin for one more rebirth
Growing up as half the man

There's a carcass in the desert
Bones assemble in the wind
When the wind leaves, it collapses
Till the next breath comes back in

Veteran of conflict
Clad in armor forged of tin
Train of mind of ancient spirit
And my song tells where I've been

And my compass, Mother Moon
As I transcend through an unknown
Through an unknown that's full of me
A me that I have never known

With the adrenaline of wonder
Through the silent journey I roam
And in my mind I contemplate
A state of mind that I call "home"....


© Guillermo Cuayahui Sanchez
Bio: He was born in Mexico City and is 22 years old. He came to the states at the age of 5. He's had a fancy for writing and drawing all his life. He started writing at 15 and has done it ever since