“For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known…
How dull it is to pause, to make an end”
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
For what is the notion of this end?
Does not the heart whisper echos of eternity?
The mind, with its petty contrivances
carry off in winded the flight
the noble means of a new day?
Roaming….always
Along with this hungry heart
Far gone from the dream of home
and the hope of a place
where the porch never dims
Oh this hungry heart
This restless mind
wretched fool of a thing
how long shall you toil this
plentiful ground
by the sweat of your brow?
Like lockdown at last call.
Churning gears of the Wonderland Express
reminding you that dreams
were meant to be lived
and these shadows
are but ghosts of a life
You forgot to forget.
Oh hungry heart
For if you only knew
The pause is no end
And what seems like the end of day
is merely a respite
For all that is to come
For Always Roaming
Eyes wide and hungry hearts
Noonday thirsts
For the Bread of Life
Why must it be
Insatiable this lust
Like tableside scrap falls
of morning manna?
Does it not know
the utter sweetness
of a gas tank full?
Let now it rest
Take the pause
Feel the flow
Let all that is
Seep in
Plant roots
Sing forth in joy
Your birthright respite
And let All That Is
Flow You
Know You
Show You
Grow.. You.