the wonder of my wanderlust

Not all who wander are lost.—J. R. R. Tolkien

'tis not farfetched
that i should fly
to places where i find no sky.
of birds on wings,
what do i care?
my latitude knows naught of fear.
 
the vistas of
non-visa lands
afford me landings on the sands
sandwiched between
the isle of man,
and desert places, on demand.
 
of watered plains
beyond these shores,
my hunger dreams forevermore,
where sunny day
woos golden night,
i eagle-soaring like a kite

beyond the hills,
where shadows lurk.
i hear the gentle musicwork
of flute and harp    
and xylophone
that serenades my heart alone.
 
no dancer i,
find i repose
where bodies sway on hips and toes;
and where wild winds
pipe lullabies,
shall i recline, when twilight dies.
 
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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