Wander-Lust

Wander-Lust" But once have hands gently caressed this face Calming inward,a rest-less wanting hunger; Softly striking the hearts inner pace, Taming mans beast, that it may be as humble. Shall I be-gone from this embrace? ...For it is I to choose but to stray; Not un-like the fleeing avians race Towards beckoning sun-lit skies. As evening's blanket un-covers its infinite space; Sky diamonds form their sempiternal theme I have so longed for rest upon this place To lavish within this utopians dream... And so these thoughts I shall amend, To fulfill this wander-lust,to no-wheres end...