Roaming
I sense life stirring once again
through daybreak's tint and mellow rain,
echoing out bohemian thrills
while nomad's pulse begin to restart--
as instinct's voice reel in my heart
The roaming swirls footsteps, long
and conga drums pound upbeat songs
that now, the hunt for newness grows
savoring gifts, old and refined:
this curious flair romps in my mind.
All pilgrims move me like a trance
in firelight's endless shadow-dance,
while eyes delight in trails not blazed
the rhythm clicks an earthy jive--
by wandering, I fly revived!
Wanderlust Contest
Carly Lalion 12 Aug 14
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2014
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