a death wish called desire

let this boiling blood never cool off

    i accept the hunger

that leaves me adventuring off 

into the night

forever lending light to the deepest shadows

it is there 

that i wait for the extraordinary

a simple life is unacceptable

to stand still is unbeareabe

i must forever keep moving with the yearning of my soul

it is there

 that i find my peace

Reviews

[terry smith]

A gypsy soul only leaves footprints behind, and memories....nice poem!