Beneath the wild blue yonder;
In a restless haze, I wander.
To delve through the other worlds,
Calling out to adventures, yet to be unfurled.
Not to seek the vibrant summer’s call;
But, in search of the softer shades of fall.
A haunting voice from the beyond rings through,
Letting me know of the fate I must come to.
I have but one wish before I go, to have no regrets,
To have lived, and more so, to have lived well, when the sun finally sets.
Broken remnants of the moments rejoiced linger on;
While feelings, unrequited find solace & are re-drawn.
I know, that milestones of life are oft used as a measure of success,
Yet, in the finer details is where I invariably feel blessed.
For I have uncovered one secret of living,
It is only the wayward who delights in not fitting
with the conventional notions; they indulge in the little joys –
The subtle art of rising above the noise.
So, I take a deep breath, and think of what may become,
With a song in my heart and a merry tune to hum.
By the cosmic indulgence, I remain spellbound,
In complete awe of the magic all around.
Beneath the wild blue yonder;
In a restless haze, I still wander.
I’ll await my turn in unraveling the bigger mysteries.
Till then though, I will revel in the smaller victories.
