Wanderlust
(Collaboration: Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire ~ Dec 2020)
I sit outside as evening settles in,
a teasing breeze plays gently with my hair
the mountains bathe in shades of twilight blue
a wondrous sight, but none with whom to share.
My journey seems to wear on me each day
but still I search to sate my hungry heart.
Perhaps I should have stayed with my true love,
for now I rue my motives to depart.
He left one day to chase elusive dreams
on restless winds to travel far and wide,
a promise made – it lingers in my mind:
On his return I was to be his bride.
She says she’s waiting patiently and yet
I blame myself for leaving her behind
because it seems I’ll never find more joy
than when our lives together were entwined.
I’ve waited long, but hope I shall retain.
A thirst for love has made of me a slave.
Emotions flow, not easy to explain.
Deep down I know his presence I still crave.
I found my way back home on Christmas Eve
and smiled when candles lit each window frame.
Her love still strong; I just had to believe –
tomorrow morn’ she’ll take my second name.
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© December 2020
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