DRAWN TO UNKNOWN SPACES
Could there be sight more alluring
Than the bending of a lane
Or a brow of hill’s contouring
Could there be sight more alluring
Tied attention thus unmooring
Like a lyrical refrain
Could there be sight more alluring
Than the bending of a lane
As the Sun lights distant clearing
I am drawn to unknown spaces
t’ward the light by pathways veering
As the Sun lights distant clearing
Always changing ever nearing
Viewpoints new or well loved places
As the Sun lights distant clearing
I am drawn to unknown spaces
Categories:
unmooring, life,
Form: Triolet