wanderlust

Wanderlust

Long dwelled I on the gypsy road,
I follow the winds and the rain,
All for the tales to be told,
Price for wisdom of sweet pain,

Wandering what the truth may be,
And traveling for so long ,
Just the keep myself free,
A life worthy of song,

A cold glance a casual smile,
I stopped wondering why,
For we are only on this rock awhile,
So few ever really try,

To see the stars in desert sky,
And moon dancing on mercuric river,
Too many sit, sigh, and cry,
Waiting for some miracle to deliver,

I roamed forests primeval,
And dueled with poets, knights, and masters,
Lived the codes medieval,
Survived my share of disasters,

So by the fire I sit,
Telling tales of adventure, love and rhyme.
Carved a life of blade and wit,
And had a hell of a time,

So warm yourself, I share my fire,
Words are free of currency cost,
For words are not all my desire,
And not all wanderers are lost.