Thursday, October 16, 2008

I just started reading a new book called Through Painted Deserts, which inspired me to write this poem.

If I were a wanderer,
A gypsy, casting all worldly
Goods aside to live outside
Of walls, only the sky as
My ceiling and
Grass as carpet,
I would watch stars
Cutting holes of light
Through the night
Burning without knowledge
Of their beauty
We are all really
Vagabonds,
Gypsies, and wanderers
In this glorious life.

5 comments:

Leau said...

Beautiful words Lori! Thanks for visiting my blog.

the prisoner's wife said...

beautiful!

i like this a lot.

Lori said...

Thank you both. I enjoyed both your blogs and will visit often.

Christina said...

This poem is just beautiful! It stands on it's own, Lori. I love it. : )

Lori said...

Thank you! Totally inspired by that book, which is soooo good. Thanks! :-)