Tonight I must find my way
although Polaris is absent
sulking behind shadow clouds
unwilling to point north.
An out dated map,
a broken compass
conspire in silent whispers
but I'll hold my course persistent
consistently exploring options
In the real spirit of
a wanderer....
A true wandering spirit: No GPS.
Nice write -- Stephen
Smiles
I do have gypsy fever.. no GPS
Just stars...thanks Stephen!
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words