Wanderlust

New experiences, traveling...seeing the world as your playground, your backyard...

New faces and places, experience she traces
everywhere I've been, the trails I've taken.
Endless, so infinite, when to go and what to see;
the chain of time and travel unbroken;
living and learning, discovering who I'll be.

Making choices, hearing voices, they rejoice
that I've entered the world. Finding myself lost
in the spice of life and various cultures;
whether soaring amongst clouds or an ocean tossed,
I dodge and dart, avoiding  circling vultures.
Rolling, rifting, the traveled sphere ever-changing
like sparks and sprays of spreading fireworks
lighting the expanse of night's toppled and leaking ink
where tiny dots sprinkle, twinkle, and perch
spilling down and across the depth of the nocturnal brink.

Gliding, guessing, gravitating around a globe
of lulling waves; simultaneously they lift and drown  my spirits
with their liquid, flowing, soothing motion.
A crystal spray of their rippling song mingling with salty air
where I inhale the rhyme of the wanderer's emotion.

Author's Note

Thoughts? Questions? Suggestions?