To him of Truth
Inures wealth of heart.
Wisdom grows its roots
in the sands of time.
I am a free man
given to adventure
when and if I find it,
I pray my passions run amok.
at the core, the common characteristic among us of such disparate views, diverse cultures, and multitude of experiences, is our genius and the universal uniqueness of it.
bare a boy
I ran out of youth
yea, it was then
the running Began
I am bound to eternal restlessness,
Born to shiver in the warmth,
To perspire in the chill.
I stay a child of Saturday for having no more ambition than that.
I wander down roads less traveled for the mysteries are greater there.
Struggling to know one thought profound, never writ nor spoken.
Should I encounter thee, I offer my hand, my smile; lest I remain a stranger forever wonder what passion lies unearthed in thy soul.
I have come from where there are few neighbors to where they are aplenty and I yearn return to where I was before I got back here.
Each one with whom you travel owns a microcosm of your life and though she goes her separate way, your story’s there within her.
5 Replies to “Foretold”
Sad yearning – sometimes things are meant to be only for a while. I could relate to this. Thanks for visiting my blog.
That was quite sad. But life is sometimes like that. A very unique style of writing. Thanks for visiting my blog.
just living and loving in the moment…sometimes the only thing we can do
a sad longing – wistful contemplation – really liked this – K
you take what you can get in love sometimes,
and while you can before it is gone.