In the arms of distant travel there’s a stranger
Promising a land of faraway, a gentle mask
To all the dreams of yesters unaccomplished,
To all the hidden questions left unasked.
In that journey of a thousand million wishes,
Soft upon a dream that never was,
There are faces that, as yet, are undistinguished
Biding time, for me, in just because,
Upon a place and medium I cannot know
For time and space and distance choose the ways,
Adventure of the spirit seeks a passage
And ticket is a willingness to pay
The price of what I have before me in this present,
Faced with comparisons I cannot do without.
There’s a life and world I never lived but cherished
In the worlds within the worlds of here and doubts.
Beautiful rhythms as always.
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Thank you, Lita. 🙂
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I have a friend who is a song writer… This one really ought to be a song. Can I show it to her?
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Sure, no problem. Thanks. I’ll have to read it again and see if I can imagine what it would be like to music. Ready to start humming. 🙂
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Excellent poem~I truly liked the last two verses!~
Best wishes! Aquileana 😀
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Thank you.Hope your weekend’s been special. 🙂
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