Where is the wind that calls me?
Dreams of youth behind,
Restless soul sings the morning,
Quiet rest at night,
Would I have the call of the gull,
Never more look behind,
Adrift in my thoughts a rover,
Chained astern to delights,
The sea she calls me,
To lands I’ve never seen,
Today is bliss if I find it,
Tomorrow a chaste kiss.
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Jamye Sharp
Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
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This was full of hope and a sign of good things coming your way. Loved your poem so much!
Ahh, I love how this little poem captures that restless spirit perfectly! Feels calm, curious, and just right.✨
I love the word rover, it implies adventures and fun. Love the poem.
Such a lovely poem, Jamye!
Lovely!