Checking In: The Hostel of Time

In the Hostel of Time

In the hostel of time
There’s a sound becoming
To a weary mind
It will ease much strain
For a brief while lost
It will go without sorrow
Until the road does call once again

It’s a fist of potter’s clay
It’s a thousand faces
For anyone to see
Who’s in need of a face
For a brief while lost
You will claim to borrow
Until the road does call once again

In a merciful moment’s bunk
You might come across another
And there rest your heads upon
Pillows of clear night’s cloud
Sharing stories of the trial
And like the trails, how they wander
From places that you’ve loved
And faces that you’ve called home

In the hostel of time
There is a fee for feeding
Fleet colors of displacement
In the corner of your eye
For a brief while lost
You wont feel the narrow
Until the road awakens your feet

It’s not a journey of distances
Though distances are often trekked
It is a passing of maple seeds
The flowing seasons of what’s left
Sharing stories of the trial
And like the trails, how they wander
From cellar nights of restlessness
To the isle of serenity

In the hostel of time
There’s a vapor rising
From the cool placid lake
Where you swim at night
For a brief while lost
You’ll hold back the morrow
Until the road stabs the mountainside