WILD TRAVELS

raging dreams of travel
a bottle of sparkling wine
flowing brooks and rivers
or a murmuring pine...

wandering on a path
sunsets watching
chatting with the wind
or senseless talking...

pick up a grass seed
flying in your hair
life's just a mirage
could it be your lair?

killing fields aplenty
beasts roam within
waltz when you sing
for the soul is rhythm.

soumana