May 2013
Travelling
I don't recall this tire
This ache of a call to sleep
It's making me criminal
Insane, feeble
In secret gardens
In worlds so very far
I wish I had no feelings
Facing would be easier
And longings would be non-existent
I guess there's good news
I no longer
experience feelings of days past.
New pages written
New books to be filled.
And this is just the first day
Welcome, weary traveller, to the arms of Love.
Three more weeks.
I hope to find you there.
I don't recall this tire
This ache of a call to sleep
It's making me criminal
Insane, feeble
In secret gardens
In worlds so very far
I wish I had no feelings
Facing would be easier
And longings would be non-existent
I guess there's good news
I no longer
experience feelings of days past.
New pages written
New books to be filled.
And this is just the first day
Welcome, weary traveller, to the arms of Love.
Three more weeks.
I hope to find you there.
I'm in Iceland! I've had so many poems run through my mind, but so few made it to paper (due to lack of available paper). So this is what I got for today. I'll write more in private, and maybe post them later.
