Journey

Sitting at a window by the sea,
I sought in a faraway land
with wanderlust soul

With the mind at war
and infant heart
journeying within

Like trodden clay
moulding anew
with each stroke

Love became stubborn
Faith wasn't humble
for a ceaseless quest was mine

The twilight ocean gleamed in my eye
painting innocence
the sun grew on my window
and a sapling bled green on the linen curtain

the air grew sheer
and the soul took glorious flight
i bid farewell to time

Climbing higher
the roots had grown moss, i saw
and the bark smelt of home
scratching the surface i found a face

a frozen smile
a broken embrace

The limbs held strong
branches, cradling my presence
sweet little was the fragrant fruit that grew ........