In this journey called life

We are touched, by infinite souls.

Some bring us joy,

Some  travel weary, who bring us tears

Others, merely snowflakes,

 Which touch and go

But there will be some

Who leave their mark, deep upon the soul

Such marks are never, washed away

By the currents of time

They glow, when it’s dark

For the traveller to see,

And guide him on his way