Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Image: a stranger from Google Images
The Pacific Ocean is limited,
You can only see so far…
Australia, Tonga, the Philippines;
I cannot travel there by car.
This year I found the ticket:
Unbuttoned coat, full baggy sleeves,
A long scarf travels first class,
When I turn and face the breeze.
All currents run against me,
The sea mist in my face…
I soar to distant horizons,
Views are brilliant from space.
Empathy with weathered nature,
Feeling the soul of a rock or tree…
Unlocks the undisclosed world,
Along with myself; I’m me and free.