Wanderer

Wanderlust

The throb of engines in my ear,
Disturbs my peaceful, happy life,
I feel the wanderlust come in
And seize my soul in strong desire.

The quiet peace encompassed me,
Until the rumbling train came by,
And filled my heart with such unrest,
As made the walls seem prison bars.

Bot now I cannot stay for long,
I feel my soul reach out to touch,
The heaven's edge and so I go,
And leave my peaceful world behind.

The quiet talk, the soft'ning ways,
They all must now be shorn away,
The wanderlust does not respect,
A love for peaceful dreams and thoughts.

The Hiker

Adventure lies ahead,
On roadways wide and beckoning.
And there my feet have fled,
When life became too dull and slow.

The endless hills and slopes.
That soothe my stormy, restless heart.
Revive my dearest hopes,
And strengthen soon my wish for life.

The paving sends up waves,
Of sun-drenched heat that burns
My feet, till nothing saves
Me from the fury of the sun.

My lunch, a sandwich dry,
A banquet, fitting for a king,
It tastes as good as pie,
To those who roam the roads they love.

The blessings far outweigh,
The pain and all discomforts, still,
My love could never sway,
For these sweet pleasures of the road.

Unquiet Spirit

This body holds me
Too close a prisoner,
My spirit longs to be free, to soar,
Nor only through the air,
But through space itself,
I feel a subtle presssure,
On my spirit's wings,
Keeping me earthbound,
When I would rather soar,
Through space and time itself.