The candid poetic escape
of a beauteous nature embrace
is what I crave

To wander in my nomadic way
And find myself astray
Upon the land's breadth and clay

To live the magick in my mind
And wander every day
And love alone
in the primal home
and listen for the call
of mother nature
in us all
And feel for once
I'm heard
And beauty listens

It's so loud
In this awful town
And people seam
To disconnect
From what was once
our essence

They escape pain
And aimlessly blame
And live in fantasy

They are
ever distracted
By the flashing light
That carries into night
And call me crazy
For wanting only
To reconvene
With my roots

But in my mind I am a poet of myself
And my soul is open to the energies abound
And I am lost within my heart
For I am cast apart
When nature's call to art
Is so far away
And all I've wrought
Is ever sought
In things I cannot reach
Unless I stray alone
Into the nomad's home