Wednesday, January 09, 2013

West to East.


West to East.





Some cosmetic arrangements,
Hide the relevance of my journey.
Onwards, Upwards,
From safety on my side,
To a world of adventure,
On shores of a Baltic sea.
Angels wait my feet to hear,
When I arrive, drawing near.
The baleful winds,
Gone away in emotional heat,
As I continue here,
To follow my feet.
The reason is anatomy,
Of what I'd always love to see,
Something there to set me free.
Remember me,
I'm living free,
When eastern arms are holding me.