Wanderlust

The car’s ignition lights,

And the radio cheers a lovely song,

As you wheel us towards that way,

We could be gone for very long.

The breeze that dances in my hair,

Laughs aloud when I sing along,

And there we are, once again on the road,

Perhaps this is where, we belong.

I now smell the warmth of no one,

I am sure, You can too;

For this is why we escape from  life,

The lonesome spirit pulls  us through.

Far up the mountain, I see a little girl,

I see she looks pleasantly above,

I follow her and look up from the window,

I see what she sees, it is pure love.

The breeze, the smell, the sky,

The song, the dance and the love,

They are all breathers of the country side,

Away from the city, far and above.