I wonder and wander
alone aimlessly
until I find you

Wanderers. We’re all just wanderers
Hermits on a journey to rest
Nomads who have always been lost
Hitchhikers on some random path
Nobodies who’ve never had a place to call home
But I think that if you take a closer look
At how wonderful every detail is
Then maybe home becomes something
That isn’t just a roof above your head

Maybe home is a warm smile
The feeling of light coming in
As you let out a solid laugh
Or seeing those flawless whites
Shine from ear to ear
And hearing a terrible joke
That made you giggle nonetheless

Maybe home is a simple Hello!
Hey how was your day?
What’re you doing tomorrow?
I believe in you!
Hope you’re doing fine!
I’m always here for you okay?
… And that person who listens
Even when no one else will

Maybe home is waking up each day
Having that glimpse of the sunlight
Brisk gently across your stone cold face
The smell of breakfast and a new day
A chance to begin again or to start trying
To live each day like its your last

Maybe home is a warm embrace
Reassuring you that everything will be okay
That no matter what happens you will never lose me
And even when I let go, I’ll never leave you
Sometimes all you need is to feel wanted, needed, loved

Home. Home has never been a single place
For us to go back after each dragging day
Its more of those moments we take for granted
And the people that are too often overlooked
Perhaps we should stop searching for home
And let home surround us instead

I’m not a smooth talker,
I can’t sweep you off your feet
but I’ll walk with you longer
than your shadow does down the street.

© Matthew Harlovic

She was but a sonnet like no other,
With a tongue of rose and hands cold as snow.
And happy were we, I and my lover,
Wandering land our souls could only know.
For flowers so picturesque there did grow.
O' but one morning the weatherman said -
"Halt! Winter is coming, beware of snow."
Listen we didn't but read books instead -
Ignoring the voices inside our heads.
The lands deceased as the Winter drew nigh,
Now brown and withered are the roses red.
Alas came sorrow and the Heavens cry.
Nightingales rise from within her heart -
Sing to the moon "thou shall not fall apart."

“Where were you?” was the greeting shot
I looked up startled and again struggled to answer.
“Oh, you always have to look so clueless?
My parents loved me but clueless they were too.
How to handle such a child
Who aroused such muddled emotions
To hug gently or violently shake?
How to guide one so lost?
What ailed me?
We knew not

Clinking glasses, flowing beer
Warm bondings and abundant cheer
Am having a jolly spell
Yet my eyes often go astray
Leaving this *** behind
Friends are hurt perhaps
Why do I do that? What do I search?
Is their company not good enough?
Alas, I still know not

My dear spouse, you, I deeply love,
You anchor my ship that tends to drift
Your tender touch
Your soft breath a gentle breeze
Your head on my shoulder
As we sleep in warm embrace
Pure peace and bliss
Yet when I wake up, I often drift
My unblinking eyes stare blankly ahead
What is amiss?
Perhaps missing me, you hold my hand
To bring me back?
So much love - am I not blessed?
Then why do I wander off?
What do I want?
I may sound like a broken record,
but I really know not.

I put on my shoes and step out the door
Once again I walk and walk and walk and walk
To find that I’ve reached some unknown shore
What place is it? Am I lost?
Then I remember what a wise man once said
And I know at once that
“Wandering I may be, but lost I am certainly not”
Then why do I wander?
What do I seek?
Years of wandering perhaps now giving a glimpse
Not sure though, could it be
Myself that I seek?

How long will I take?
I know not

My mind is wandering
Going to places I've never been
Trying to acquire wisdom
But all I've got is boredom

Procrastination is my enemy
And laziness is envy
I am chasing a dream
Should I wake up now or stay asleep??

My heart is restless
My mind is wandering
And my body continues to ache
It's finally time to relax a bit
Yes, it's March Break!

She drank champagne out of a coffee mug

She had day dreams at night, nightmares during the day

Her face was naked to the world every day, natural

Her heart was naked to the world too

Her eyes sang songs and her lips whispered stories

Her spirit wasn't contained by her body, it swirled around her infecting the people surrounding her

She was unaware of reality and reality was unaware of her

She danced through time and time danced through her

And as the years flew by she became lighter, hollow

When the world penetrated her reality

Her little reality became an unreality, a place to hide from everything around her

Colors diluted, sound harsher, touch rougher

Her reality a tortoise shell, a veil and she became lighter and the wind threatened to blow her away.

Scene changes, ocean enters, she enters

She's on a Dover cliff now and the wind is stronger

Hair free, veil being ripped away, youth gone

Halfway into womanhood but she's hardly here

She is in her own golden reality

And the wind blows

                                       her

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