Voyage

I must travel,

travel on the untrodden snow

stopping to make snow angels,

for I am gloomy.

I must travel,

travel to those western islands

whose names I know,

but know nothing else of them.

 

I must see all the flowers there are

-Erythrina, balsam, touch-me-not and jasmine

blooming on the roadside

I haven't been to.

I am aching to travel,

to breathe in its pure serene,

I am aching for the sweet air of Alaska,

and for the swim into the Baltic sea.

I must travel,

for I am exhausted.

If I dont travel,

I am afraid i'll go mad

And if I do,

I won’t be there for the wild sunrise in milan,

to see the magnificent scenery of St. Lucia

or to see the Murano glass of Murano

I dream of travelling, on open roads

when the moon is high

and the sun is low

where I often lie awake on the silent shore.