Wanderlust...

I pack my bags once again,
palms sweaty with anticipation,
heart beating with trepidation.

"Where do I go now?" I wonder.
Wherever the road takes me,
as long as I'm free to be.

It's always like this for me;
Lightheaded at the onset of every journey,
no matter the destination; town, city or country

"What's in store ahead?" I think.
Architectural wonders, beautiful countrysides,
beaming faces or those with tears running down their sides.

"... the road may be lonely... ",
or I might make a pretty new friend. Or two.
Or run into misfortune or some treasure too.

But no matter what may come,
my purpose in life is to travel
and watch as lifes mysteries unravel.

Oh! The things that I see,
people I meet and songs that I hear,
the pains I help soothe and joys that I bear

I only meet them on my way,
on every single voyage I may take.
I realise this as I come awake.

Ardor

Your heart beats

a staccato against my hand

of its own accord?

or a result of our harmony?

Our beings

in consonance.

With every motion,perfect timbre achieved.

Flawless rhythm,

a crescendo

building up to faultless pitch.

You play me adagio,

heat me up to fever pitch,

a complete cadence,

a sequence I surrender to.

Caught up in the melody of you;

Polyphonic, resonant, alive.

You move me by leaps,

you are my key.

Our song is classical,

it has a theme...