Saturday, January 30, 2010

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

2 comments:

  1. 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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