total captivation of nature's fine lines
her rigid edges and melting curves
bleached in superstitious artwork
that ceases to be a blur
as if etched in a wallflower's notebook
your eyes recall every living speck
the dew, the mud, the rays, the colors
a wondrous trek
spring arrives and petals splash open
summer deepens and horizons last forever
autumn greets and breezes wake the soul
winter descends and flakes shower all endeavors
getting lost is a spontaneous love
you explore and the heart races
you roam and time stops–
something only a wanderlust chases
i am made from the woodworking
of these brush strokes
it's nestled hard within my bones
in a way that cannot be choked
as my restless feathers are taking shape
i find it awfully intriguing
that being homesick for something
i've never had is a sign of escape
my wish is to disappear beyond the barge
just me and the sea
i'd jump out of my dusty chair
and stretch for bottomless treasury
becoming detached is a gracious gesture
i snap and tides trade places
i breathe and the world hears me–
something only a wanderlust chases
stay wonderfully curious
chart invisible maps in your mind
seek the unknown
society can only be so kind
