I appreciate travelling
the blur of a road
the burning of a sun
and the smell of the rain
I appreciate the wind breathing new life into my soul
and the prospect of growing tired and old
But if travel means moving
moving away
and there I go pushing out further from you
then a statued stance is what I will withhold
from now until the end of time
and the road will never blur
nor the sun burn away
nor the rain fall
nor the wind sway me back
nor will my heart wither and die
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
I appreciate travelling
the blur of a road
the burning of a sun
and the smell of the rain
I appreciate the wind breathing new life into my soul
and the prospect of growing tired and old
But if travel means moving
moving away
and there I go pushing out further from you
then a statued stance is what I will withhold
from now until the end of time
and the road will never blur
nor the sun burn away
nor the rain fall
nor the wind sway me back
nor will my heart wither and die
© Erin Mason 2014
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