Time Travel

Having obtained the highest high

And achieving the lowest low

The journey can be said to be

Just that…a journey

A movement that occurs

Without your knowledge

Until, upon awakening

The flash of light

Reflection in the mirror

Of a stranger

Peers you in the eye

When did I grow old?

How far left to go?

Could I go higher

Or any lower than low?

We touched the sky…

Oh, yes we did

Be at peace

Young stranger in the night