The Traveller

the colour of darkness hidden from the pale moonlight
travelling the roads of the world
feeling cold like the last ray in the evening sky
a reverberating purr shaking your soul
the handle a gateway to memories old and new
a shining light pierces the night, a stranger guiding you
rolling rubber pulling you home or to the great unknown
the trailer a holding space for opportunities
the windows a key to a world of your own
the mirrors a hindsight
the numbers a registration of an adventurer
it looks like a weather beaten explorer
it is made up of memories
it reminds me of me and my dad
rust grows day to day weakening it
its age no match for its will
the echoing roar of the exhaust
the rolling wheels
forever travelling to distant lands
from distant times