A New Blank Page

Travelling in time and space
Brought the pilgrim to an exit
Barricaded with an archaic code
Embossed on a transient lock

Wearied from a lengthy sojourn
Dusty and bruised from life’s encounter
It was a joyous and hopeful anticlimax
His wearied soul longs for a refreshing

Two obstacles to a wearied soul at
Zero level where a new fountain beckons
One moment of fright and puzzlement, but
Six sense of impulsive curiosity, he stretched
Forth a wearied hand, caressing the coded plane
As the clock chimed the midnight hour

And the lock was turned on the pilgrim part
Stretching out forth before him is a clean
New blank page embossed with golden words
Of two-zero-one-seven flickering hopefully
A blank page for the pilgrim’s new mile stone