The Wanderer is back

Sometimes when the sun rises,

I'm able to see beauty again. 

My mind is empty, 

And the Wanderer is back. 

Wanderer is kind, 

Her big eyes scan the world

in search of 

some new kind of hope. 

She sits inside my heart

and looks up at me with 

that new kind of hope. 

The Wanderer is back. 

One bag flung across her back, 

A mind of her own,

a million flowers inside. 

Wild Wanderer, 

that climbs up inside my heart 

and owns it for a little while. 

She pushes me beyond 

my mind, 

Beyond my thoughts, 

Beyond everything I have ever known. 

And I let her put 

A million flowers 

inside my mind. 

She makes me walk around 

And blesses me,  

Because I don't get tired. 

I trust her, 

that Wanderer. 

She guides my feet and my heart 

to places I've always desired. 

Sometimes once. 

Sometimes ten times. 

But the Wanderer trusts me. 

If we have each other,  

in me,

I know I'll make it. 

She wakes up at 4 in the morning, 

and whispers in my ear

'Let's go rule the world'

I tell her, 

'Shut up, Wanderer,

I'm trying to sleep.'

Wanderer pouts and gives me

 a strange look. 

Then Wanderer leaves, 

and I sleep until noon. 

When I least expect it, 

The Wanderer is back. 

A little tiny voice, 

Inside my heart that whispers 

'Lets go rule the world'. 

And I let her guide me. 

And she brings me to life. 

I want to be like Wanderer. 

I want to wake up at 4 

see the sunrise

and rule the world. 

And she's the one 

that picks me up 

when nothing else can. 

The Wanderer, 

Oh, so fearless!  

Another version of me 

That sits upon my heart. 

And when I do listen 

to Wanderer,

The world is not so big. 

And at the end of the day, 

Wanderer makes her way to my mind

and leaves a trace

of herself 

in there. 

Together with the 

million flowers

she put in my mind. 

I haven't seen Wanderer in a while.  

But, one day, 

The sun will rise, 

And I'll be able to see beauty again. 

And I'll use my eyes, 

To see what Wanderer 

would see. 

And I'll use my soul, 

To look at the world 

in search of a new,

unknown kind of hope. 

And my eyes will see, 

A new, unknown kind of hope. 

Reviews

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

*smile* i enjoyed this one very much. it made me smile. a very thought and meanf=dering read that make one wonder as you wander. lol well done. http://occuevolve.com/

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