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Renee Michelle Wenker

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August 31st, 2014 - 02:40 PM

Wanderlust

WANDERLUST©
By Renée Michelle Wenker

I yearn for the free ....call of the air,
Whipping about me, without a care.
I yearn for the sand beneath my feet.
Soft and hot, the color of wheat.

I yearn for the sight of the ocean blue.
Gently swaying, and calling me, too.
I yearn for the smell of exotic greens.
The memory is left...only in dreams.

I yearn for the ancient rhythm of bands,
Experienced only in tropical lands.
I yearn for the wildness of sudden rains,
And the taste of sticky sweet sugar canes.

I yearn for the native creatures of places,
On islands free of corrupted races.
I yearn for the innocence of an island lost.
Time gone by and away. It has dearly cost.

I yearn to go back and start life again.
And experience the glory....but how? And when?
I yearn for the peace to come to my soul.
Until I return, I'll never be whole.

This dreary white winter land.
So cold, so bleak. There is no warm sand.
Icicles hanging from my flat.
The world, obscured, beneath my hat.

The trees are bare, the flowers gone.
Windows are locked. I stifle a yawn.
I look around my heated house.
The warmth does little beneath my blouse.

I let my mind wander again,
To a place I left before I was ten.
It's been twenty and more, since I saw it last.
The knowledge hurts, that it's all in the past.

I've tried everything I can to be there once more.
My failure has struck....straight to the core.
A visit would suit me not at all. No, NEVER!
I want to be there, forever and ever.

There is always the chance that my dreams will come true.
It must, I say! I can't feel much more blue!
Until then, my mind will constantly roam,
To the tropical paradise I once called "home."

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