If only the world was mine,
But be not the one to grab it all.
The roads seas were mine to own,
And feel always forever at home.
This need to see, the call of the land,
The roar of the winds running wild.
Forever craving, these hungry feet,
Never does the ground get familiar.
Simple want of a ocher mind,
This wanderlust is my life.
One thought on “Wanderlust…..”
In those harrowing moments
between tweets you send from berne; that rooftop
in swiss alps; you drinking Absinthe
my desk in the bedroom
land, how I think of u –
a note, somewhere lower
than my beating heart, your rhythm
echoing lonely into my diaphragm.
A cadence in your voice zips between
my pulse, cackling
that I have
Dust such as we should never.
Your eyes look into the world
I try to write in darkness.
You are the photograph
I have never taken.
the part of me
does not allow.
You’re the Wanderlust’s Dream , A dream weaved in clouds.