Without a Destination

A poem

No destination I yearn for. I need no ending. Elbrus and the Alps. Whitney and others, I will reach in time, No rush fills me.

I desire the trees by the side. Sit among the cassia, Listen to the seasons they have seen. Stories of the foliage That fills eyes of passersby, I want to lay in the sun and read.

Rocks once by the Euphrates Now under my feet, Pulls me closer, Tell me, how do I not rejoice their journey?

Wind pressed against the Cypress Gossips about the distant land. I want to spend the night Savouring the lore it carries.

Chapters riffling in the moonlight, People, places and history, I want to be one with the books, see what Tolstoy found under the beliefs.

Do not wait for me. Do not drag me out of the ride. I will see you somewhere With the ghosts left behind.

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