The Golden Darkness/The Traveler

For works with similar titles, see The Traveler.

THE TRAVELER.

I shall come back with memories
Of opal seas and sapphire skies,
A thousand winds upon my lips,
 A thousand strangers in my eyes.

I shall come back with fragrant tales
 Of glamour in an alien land,
Where shadow-fingered twilights sift
 The golden stars, like grains of sand.

I shall come back with memories
 Whose shadows on my face will fall;
Pray God they do not strangely tell
 That I have not come back at all.

I shall come back with fragrant tales,
 That will say much but not the whole;
I shall say all, if I come back
 With silence in my soul.