In journeys, I know..
I can run away,
I can leave all and go.
Run, until there is no more running..
I can run away,
I can leave all and go.
Run, until there is no more running..
Only some searching and a lot of finding.
Running to… Towards a home..
When in the greens of the meadows
And the light of the Sun.
I’ll be held in the warmth of your arms..
And I shall be home.
When the wind moves in my hair,
And your fingers detangle those wild knots. My soul will sing the same song that your heart whispers,
And all my wanderness and wilderness will know peace and rest I’ll know how clouds melt and heaven tastes like.
I’ll let your hand wrap mine,
And look at you with dream filled eyes..
You won’t hold me back..
But run wild with me this time..
To the hills, the valleys, to somewhere near the sea..
Where you and I will love more and more. And just be..!!
I really enjoy this poem… Wild, rambling love. Perfect