Sunday, 27 November 2016

The vagabond


The west wind blows
through my window
keeping me awake
night after night

It saturates my mind
with smells of other lands
and rubs my arms
with dust of unseen roads

It whispers strange tales
of people not yet met
and hums haunting tunes
of songs still to be sung


I will follow the west wind
and jump out one night
balancing on the shadows
weightless and free

I will not wait for anyone
and I will not stop
I will move on and on
Till the horizons drop

I will unclench my soul
to release my words
and I will make my dwelling
in no land anymore

2 comments:

  1. Loved this! It is such a beautiful sharing from a free soul, not held back by anything. Am sure you will make your dwelling in 'no land anymore' but on the foundation of your dreams wherever they may take you:)

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  2. Thank you:) I think my spirit is always that of a wanderer- always wanting to explore new destinations, new cultures and new people.

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