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
Gypsies, and wanderers
In this glorious life.


Leau said...

Beautiful words Lori! Thanks for visiting my blog.

the prisoner's wife said...


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! :-)