Wanderer

There is a will in every drop of rain,

a desire to kiss earth and perish within,

unspoken words is between hearts,

come and fill those void.

 

We are motion of emotions,

held by a will of feelings,

blessed by matter, not soul,

fail to see love in roots,

and lament it on the brink.

 

There is a deep cold silence in air,

It’s hard to find one between rocks,

like a nomad, search is for flame,

while failing to acknowledge it’s within us.