I wander thru lifetimes
in search of me -
high over mountains
neath the deep blue sea
In the deserts of atacama
where the earth slumbers in laze;
was it me -
the hot blazing winds
that made the sands twirl in daze..!
In the flowing blue of Nile
where the pharaoh ruled the shores;
was it me -
the bubbling brimming wave
that told a thousand lores..!
In the deep congo forest
where the rains never cease;
was it me -
a lark in the darkest hour
that sang of hope and peace..!
I knock at memory's shut doors
search for the key
looking out for answers
that will get through to me!
that was a lovely journey-well written smitha
ReplyDeletehope u wil get you......
ReplyDeleteblessings...... :)
Thanks SP and bro...a lot.
ReplyDeleteBetter you dont find YOU, lest u shall have no beautiful lands to wander in search of u :)
ReplyDelete...and will I not miss the lovely trips!
Thanks Badre for the indulgent smile...:-)
ReplyDelete@Pygma,how lovely it would be to make these trips for real, isnt it?