The Seeker

Edgewalker, she be
living in liminal
space, home
for a constant
seeker, a constant
traveler, a constant 
outsider - looking in.

Peering through
windows of others' 
places, others'
spaces, lighting
match, after
match, after
match to light . . .

Light fades and 
sparks dim, 
weary illusions
fade; bright, 
warmth of life 
fades into
rain-soaked dreams, 

Return to mists,
greys of liminal 
spaces, for a constant
outsider, a constant
traveler, a constant
seeker, bones
whisper,
it's time -
time to come home.