And let it flow
as the current streams from your lips
as your words paint the magnificent
your words branch into the images I see
The images I see infect my dreams
lingering into daydreams of places I wish to see
mountain top huts to drink tea
because the passion I feel to see and be
stems from the singular thought
that poured into a picture
and when I reached to grasp
I needed to be part of my steady wanderous day dream
Like an addict I feign for the sights I haven't yet seen
flowing heavily like the spring stream
exhilarating the sense of exploration