Alone on the road, like a bird flying south
for the first time, not knowing how high or far,
weary wings shall carry on the wind.
Families noticed traveling toward
a lifetime of memories,
postcards beyond compare
capture warmth for all seasons.
Wanderlust second guesses the need
for another distant sunset.
As the search for the perfect pasture continues,
tree covered green fields are a blur.
Unknown destinations fade in familiar havens
of caring friends and laughing children.
Winding roads under blue skies, beckon the heart,
for there is no rest for the soul of a traveling man.
Calls of a mistress, cruel, but sweet
all in one torrid breath are sensed,
soaring high above a nest, craved so desperately.
Wishing winter's chilling bite
would turn into springs crisp breeze,
carrying lost souls, to a place called home.
Written in 1984
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Calls for a mistress, cruel, but sweet
all in one torrid breath are sensed,
Written April 23rd, 2004
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this is a cool poem, i like it.
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Thanks Stephi. Take care and have a great weekend and I hope you are doing FINE and SMILING!!!!:-) Love ya!!!! Tim-- I'll call you this week!!!
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This poem of yours has inspired to write Signs
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You have a sweet way about you and a luscious everything. Take care baby doll and smile for me!!! Tim
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mmm darlin it's just nice to see your words back here at AP!
beautiful as always!
Trin
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Everybody wanders the roads of life at one time or another and some never find what they're looking for. I guess that's part of being human. Take care Mari and be safe on your journey through life. Tim
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This is quite sad. I guess that many of us are in searching of something, someone that can make us really happy, whole. Walking on the roads of life looking, waiting and wishing to find what we miss for so long.
A very good write Tim!
Wishing you well,
Mari
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