Wanderers...

 

We never know where we will wander

Over the misty morn

Or back to the days of childhood

Where memories are tarnished and worn

Together we traverse the rafters

Of midnight; the moon-garnished sea

Drinking the hope and the laughter

Of echoes or what yet might be

The pathway of thought and desire

Suffers no boundaries

We ruffle the hemlock spire

With longing’s languid melodies

Deeds are the dust that we reckon

Words are the letters we blend

But now silver-soft eons beckon

Where only a thought can transcend

We never know where we will wander

When Muse spills her enchanting font

Giving permission to squander

White whispers of wishes and want

Beyond blue horizons we ramble

Reaching for perception’s vague ken  

As thought and I freely amble

In search of a poem to pen

© Janet Martin