Inspired by the gypsy soul in me,

I forged ahead,

I wandered to new territory

The grass though greener,

I could not feel beneath my feet

It’s blades were sharper

Than they needed to be

I wandered to white beach sand

I felt is spill

Through the space in my hand

I breathed the air with a sigh…

It had no crispness..

Warm sultry ..in December

Should it not feel like July?

I escaped to the mountains

Searching for cooler air

I wandered through the forest..

You were there

I flew to the north

Though you weren’t at my side

I walked on the ice

Your love kept me warm inside

The air kept me cool

Yes, this was true

But, my heart missed it’s warmth

And it’s tender lovingness too

So, I wandered back to the warmth

When I wandered back to you.

carolann