I know that your eyes
Are fixed firmly upon the distant sunrise,
Watching the horizon, hoping to find,
Another adventure, and another prize
Some new wonder that I can not provide.
My light footed traveller,
I know you too well,
I knew you’d be gone, yes I could tell,
You left for another adventure,
Leaving behind a hole in my shell.
My light footed traveller,
I witness from distance,
Your rise and your fall, your constant commitment,
The wanderlust is too strong to resist,
And I cannot match up to the call in your spirit.
My light footed traveller,
I cannot keep with you,
I can only watch and cheer all you do,
A like or a smile, might as well be black smoke,
Signals as strong as this lead foot’s hope.
My light footed traveller,
I pray you return,
When at last your adventurous fires are burned,
But I know not the day, the place or time
But I hope that by then, your love I will have earned.
My light footed traveller,
Should I wait?
-CJ-


beautiful! some people are not meant to stay confined I guess.
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Yes. Free spirited souls they are. I’ve known afew in my lifetime; beautiful people
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