How much explication do mental excursions require?

Journeys

When I adventured far from shore
   I felt a loss of self-control
   I felt I touched another soul
   I felt myself as less than whole.

I’ve seen that look in travelers’ eyes
   as if they’d been that way before
   as if they’d roam forever more
   as if they needed to explore.

I’ve been to children’s yesterdays
   where starlight shines in every eye
   where rainbows fill the morning sky
   where even cats and dogs can fly.

I’ve heard the stirrings of the dead
   whose faces fill a dismal day
   whose voices echo neath the quay
   whose presence is a breath away.

[experimenting with anaphora]