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Wanderlust

Rise now beautiful morning,

And bring forth another

Chance to dance together

To this music of life.

Flecks of first light

Reflected by a pupil

Too learned not to know in full

This symphonies brilliance.

Adrift on a chant

Into self renewing

Instrumentals flowing

Waltzing now, into change.

In the time of words

That leave speechless

Those who can’t hear the finesse

In the pulsating rhythm.

Now dozing, dreams flicker

Like old screen credits

Fears falling like debris

The vibration palpable.

Rest momentarily easing

The thunderous drumming

Of wanderlust allowing

Peace filled silence.

ria – circa 2007

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