One of these days, I will find another adventurous gypsy spirit to feel all of the pain, joy, sadness, struggle,  and triumph along with me as we wander; vagabonds and vagrants living like nomads. We will never live a materialistically glamorous lifestyle. But in the end, our experinces and memories will be the only religion we need. It will vitalize us spiritually and emotionally in a way that no other individual can comprehend. It will be euphoric, and it will be ours, and ours alone.

At night I sleep,
my mind travels to distant universes,
my mind expands, my body shudders,
like flying while laying down or crying while laughing.

Thoughts so profound and mysterious invade my mind,
echoed words I never spoke.

my soul yearns to be free,
bound in this wretched vessel,
like sunlight seen but not felt.

my wings cut off from those foreign strings of reality called dreams,
the night laughs, in the morning I cry.

from heaving waves i emerge
and wander, hapless, forward,
to shallows, to piled sand and
grasses like thickened tongue.
sallow and saltbreak, this heart
has set to mend.

across field and timberline,
teeth gnash; but now they
belong to i. now, the proud
stretches of tussock weave
song through my chest. now,
lonely is an auxiliary quantity:
heart in hand, my very own,
soft clay to mould.

let us get drunk on
the stars and burdock tea.
let me find your fingers
across a chasm i clamber
up out of, only to breathe and
kiss you. i ask not for long-
desired salvation. i have
poured my own. i've enough
left to bathe you in light,
or at least to pry open your
leaf-litter eyelashes. i can
separate want and caprice.
i can want you.
                             let my desire
face west and cast to bush,
to flint, to corrals of snowfall.

i've dined in all great halls, but
i'd rather sit in your room,
for now.

I'm a traveler.
I traveled to Italy.
I traveled to France.
I traveled to run away from you.
But you were there.
Every time.
You were in the waters of Venice.
And the in lights of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
You were in the roads of Germany.
And the winds in Spain.
You were in the sands of Egypt.
And in England, you called my name.  
No matter where I go.
On this planet of green and blue.
You're a part of me.
And no matter how far I travel,
I can't run from myself.
And I can't run from you.