Wandering Rivulets
Rain rivulets call my spirit
to wander, flowing with earth,
down to rough creeks and wide rivers;
united, we feed our soul-dearth.
Sample strange sights, sly sensations,
souvenirs of all that we pass;
savor sweet scents, vibrant flavors,
embedded in senses' repast.
Bright oceans, blue seaways like sirens
enticingly call to behold
exotic peoples, old cultures,
mythical realms manifold.
Silvered casement frames my longing;
could I step just beyond the glass
to wander the world beautiful,
forsaking my armchair compass.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, August 12, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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