Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Wander On

The west wind calls to me
There, over by the moon
It beckons me to come to it
I smile back at you.
There, there, no tears dear one
As I slip into the night
With heart in palm
And hopeful foresight,
There will always be the sun.
The trails are deep
The mountains are steep
But I’ve grown wings to fly
And through the path of unknown
I will travel evermore
Through wandering space
And time


1 comment:

  1. Sorry for not looking on your blog for awhile. Your poem is as wonderful as ever. I should start writing again myself...