A butterfly that wants to flutterby..

I want to travel. I've already begun listing the countries and places I'd like to go..it seems to be an insatiable appetite. This is something I feel I need to do. to grow. to push my comfort zone a little further.

I've already begun dreaming.. catching glimpses of a suitcase in a motel room with the slanting rays of the setting/rising sun touching the floor, a fountain with the 'sala sala' of water, of churches so old, a lazy hour in bed knowing I don't have anything pressing that I have to get up to attend to, a leisurely walk, a book, some camera moments, laughter, sunshine and some rain.

Lost in my own world, I wait for the wind
to carry me farther
upon a bird's wing
or even a fish's back.

I want to go -
to a place where
time seems like a stretched canvas
waiting for me to paint.
my own masterpieces, at my own pace.
for the rain to bathe me with the wind to dry
and to be lulled by the moon light
waking up with the sun kissing away the night.

washing away the balmy dripping of my heart
The blue blue water that fills my dream
of longings that have no end no start
wave upon wave crashing the shore
like the sands thousands of me abound
different faces to be worn
a thousand smiles around.

all of us in our capsules
walking through time.
like unfolding a present
from somewhere the thoughts come .. to have to listen to hold to cherish to learn to cry to kiss to touch to play to share to walk to release to travel to see to feel..

to be.