satisfaction wanderlust

Written by: Tracy Decker

History did not rise
again, haunting each of
our tentative forward
steps - sensitivity
(whispering then) beckoned
to sunlit rooms of your

freedom, limitless;
while the cage descends,
conditional reigns
upon a spirit
desiring but hope...

and in those rooms
of your grace, love,
I live beyond
all living, so

ask me and
I will mold
myself to

the shape
of your

arms