On Wandering!
Deceiving the depth of wilderness
From tranquility to mess
Trespassing limitations
Sailing in high sea emotion
Lift my anchor,
Drain me in rain
Set me free
To meet me again
Hold me high
Hear me sigh
Make me quiet
Risking the harbor of seclusion
From soft moon to bright sun
Breaking rules
Wandering empty in Istanbul
Paint a dream
Fill my cup of life to brim
Weave me a poem
Write me a name
Give me mind
Where no one will find
My presence
Hide me in your words
Give me shelter, in your abodes
At times, we choose to wander, life goes by in past semblances. Coming alive in one word - or two - anchoring, reaping, turning to meaning the 'hiddenness' of life.
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