Hey all, this is a relatively quick release for me. But hey, that's been known to happen in the past. This is a nice little short poem I just wrote. And this one actually has a funny story behind how I was inpired to write it. I'll tell you if you people want to hear the little spiel I have about it. This poem is titled "The Wandering Spirit". And I hope that you all enjoy it; new people and long time readers.
The Wandering Spirit
Wandering...
Tis but a word,
to most,
without meaning,
blow,
or power.
Tis but not just a word,
to thee,
for thy wanders.
Thy wanders,
sometimes far,
sometimes not so,
but always,
wandering back.
As easy as you come,
you leave again,
never having found,
your destination.
So hence forth you come,
back to me,
and my love.
Your spirit free,
untamed,
pure,
neither wanting or needing,
nor taking.
Your spirit,
so pure,
that which I love,
that which I envy,
and that which wanders.
