Travelling is just like swimming.
You got your feet off the ground,
Crumbling motion,
Your limbs go floating,
Free from the worries
you've been carrying
In your shoulders.
Your heart goes fishing,
Those promises of love,
On the road.
Travelling is just like flying,
No sense of time or space.
Apache by the lake.
Travelling is for the fallen.
Peaches and yogurt,
Fire and smirks.
Kisses in the shower
When the curtain is half shut.
Sheep in the valley,
The swan couple near the sand.
Rain through sunny skies.
Countless breathtaking sights.
Rainbows up the hill.
Half naked souls
Making love outdoors
No travelling without
This natural thought.
Nature walks in my boots
Hunting truths,
While rivers roar from down below.
On my mind:
Motion.
An overrated sense of loosen caution
When I see that yellow line.
Blue seas and oversized time,
Dunes stretching down my spine.
Furious sand.
Precious land.
I leave this heavenly place
Holding hands with my soulmate,
Until next time.
Bidding farewell from the gate
Looking back just one last time
We hear that song in our minds.
Green dot in my eyes.
Binding corner in my smile.
I'll hold it all close.
'till next time.
LJP August 2019