Wanderer.
Yet another poem, this time describing myself.
Wanderer.
I am a Wanderer,
Yet many call me the ponderer
I move from place to place
Never able to remain in one space
I am the traveler
My enemies consider me an unraveler
Of the plans they lay
And the savior of people they plan to slay
Is this a reason I can never stay?
Wanderer.
I search for a place to call home
Yet I used to feel that forever would I roam
Moving from here to there
Never able to rest anywhere
I am the Hunter.
Chasing my prey
Each and every day
Wanderer.
I hear a soft voice calling,
Yet lately I realized I've been falling
The deeper I go, ad farther I fall
The harder it is to hear that voice call
I must awaken
I feel if I do not, the foundations of my world will be shaken
I know that the one who calls me,
May not see how she
Makes my heart beat
And Makes me want to stand my ground and never retreat
Wanderer.
I think I've finally found the place I want to call home
Can I finally allow my restless spirit to stop its endless roam?
Her arms make me feel free
Why can't anyone else see What this beautiful young woman, does to me
I am Home.
No more does my spirit roam
She has awakened a feeling
That has sent my mind reeling
Wanderer.
I am with the one who makes my heart sore
Her touch makes my pulse roar
I have finally found my home
I have finally lost the urge to roam
I am her loved one
She makes me feel warmer than the son
I am the wanderer no more
Thanks to my dear heart, who gives me wings to soar.
She stops me from wanting to wander
Because now I have a new mystery to ponder.