Wanderlust
I hold the mountains if they were my own,
Losing a part of myself in the sunrise;
The cresting warmth against the moody cliffs,
Hugs the snow-capped peaks;
So high they could shake the hand of God,
I sink into the forgetfulness of urban life,
As I fall in love with places,
That I’ve never been.
6 Responses to “Wanderlust”
There’s nothing quite like being one with nature to remind us who we are again. Wonderful words paired with that awesome image made me feel as if I were there, as well.
Thank you very much!!!!
Robert, this poem is absolutely beautiful!
Thank you for the kind words!
Great job Robert!! Very real and raw!
I really appreciate this!!!!