a vagabond in love

Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. 

a vagabond in love

i am a dreamer
a lonely beachcomber
wearing poetry on my sleeve
longing to accompany the morning sun
through the windows
of your most intimate dreams
aching to explore the lines of your palm
roam the curves of your ripped jeans
and should our paths never meet
i will always be
a vagabond in love
remembering your soul
wandering every cherished memory


these vagabond days

 

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these vagabond days

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look at me

I am a vagrant

forever drunk on your words

an aimless wanderer

with no need of a compass

since mine only points to you

I am a gypsy

humming a song

as I loiter on your poetry

dreaming of a home

in the sanctuary

of your arms

sadly

these vagabond days

lead to lonely nights

of me

longing to be with you

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It’s good to be back.  My vagabond days are over (for now).