Wanderlust

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Travel  |  House: Booksie Classic


I wrote this in hopes you never forget that there's no growth in stagnation.


I am human

For as long as I stay

Wind makes my lungs

So whatever I say

In whispers come back

To shake ground in my ear like seeds

The earth was never mine

But she vibrates through me

Pinions beneath my pack

The dirt no more than haze

Standing still I've no rest

This I know for days and days

Touch my eyes, a lull upon the waves

In the moment I am soothed

"Seek me further," calls my Father

So I do

So I move

Whose soul can speak to mine

But a wanderer of kind

We inhabit the morning and

The sun sighs to fade on us

Even then I dance for He who made it

I sing, for I must- this or burst

Hands cupped to taste the river,

Or His Light, to quell this Thirst

I am what teems under my feet

Weary, true, but moved

Mounts misty and myriad or

Centuries of trees,

By both I am behooved, I sway

In rhythm of the ones who came before,

They who refused to fear the fray

I imprint my own subtleties upon the land

So I go

So I grow

So I am


Submitted: September 17, 2018

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