WANDERLUST

WANDERLUST

WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON

2018

THE ARCHER SPLIT THE TREE

THE ENSUING SILENCE

SWALLOWED BY THE WOODS

MOUNTED BACK ON HIS STEED

CANTERING OFF DOWN THE TRAIL

STREWN WITH LEAVES 

RIDING WEST WITH THE SUN

CROSSING GENTLE STREAMS

THAT RUN DOWN FROM LOFTY PEAKS

WHERE EAGLES FLY

THE STRONGEST SURVIVE

AND THE WEAKENED DIE

MOVING SLOWLY

 ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE

WANDERLUST ROMANTICIZED

SO MANY STARS FILL THE NIGHT SKY

BARELY ROOM FOR THE MOON 

TO CROSS THE SKY

FORESTS DARK

 NEARLY DEVOID OF LIGHT

ON A BED OF MOSSY GREEN

NEAR A CLEAR RUNNING STREAM

SLEEP COMES EASY

TOO TIRED TO DREAM

DAWN COMES CREEPING UP

ON THE DYING FIRELIGHT

THE SUN BEGINS TO RISE

ENDING THE NIGHT

DEWY WEBS

 STRUNG ACROSS THE TRAIL

SPARKLE IN THE MORNING SUN

RIDING OUT TO GREET THE DAY

HEADLONG INTO THE PINES

WINDING THROUGH THE VALLEYS

AND THE PASSES IN BETWEEN

BEYOND THE BEAUTY

NOTHING BUT COTTON CLOUDS

IN A BLUE SKY

MESSENGER IN THE WIND

NOTHING TO SLOW HIM DOWN

ALL THE WORLD FOR A VIEW

ALL THIS WORLD FOR A HOME

JUST FOR SPEED 

HE RIDES ALONE

SAGE IN HIS WISDOM TO LEAD

WANDERLUST TO FEED

DRINK FROM A MOUNTAIN SPRING

TWO HOUR RIDE FROM HERE

ON A MOUNTAINSIDE

HE TURNS HIS PAINT

AND LOOKS UP AT THE SKY

GETS THAT LOOK

IN HIS EYE, AND RIDES