Friday, August 22, 2014

Travelin'

The cusp of freedom beckons
as you gaze on new horizons.
the anchor of familiarity
compels no more

The richness of your presence
and the present of your love
are gone forever from the ones
who's presence you abhor.

They didn't recognize the treasure
while it dwelled within their
midst
they didn't see the light which banished
darkness from their eyes and lips

My fondest hope is for
the new horizons that you see
to be within the sphere
which limits my reality

Perhaps the gray malaise
will find itself transported
to the realm
from whence
you came.

Inspired by a g+ post by Uma Venkatraman

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