We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells
When shadows pass gigantic on the sand,
And softly through the silence beat the bells
Along the Golden Road to Samarkand.
We travel not for trafficking alone;
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
For lust of knowing what should not be known
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
2 responses so far ↓
1 shayne // May 19, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Sounds like the ancient story written in the 1590’s “Journey to the West” which was later made into movies and the TV show known as “Monkey”. They traveled from China to India, three pilgrims following a master. You three are the pilgrims and your dreams and goals are you master.
2 Madzia // May 19, 2008 at 7:43 pm
I remember you always talking about Monkey when we were kids!
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