“Not all who wander are lost” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

I am the restless wanderer
ever searching for a home
but until I find that place
there are worlds for me to roam
I know not where I’m going
or where I plan to be
but as sure as the sun shall rise
I’ll follow the path in front of me
I live for my Self
for the moons my closest friend
and the stars are there to guide me
until my time will end
Yet I hope to find great love
that will fill my lonely heart
and a place that warms my soul
so much, that I’d die to part…
Please don’t shed a tear for me
for like the words of this poem
one day my search will end
at a place I’ll call home…
I’ve found my home
where ever I go it’s with me
for my soul is the feeling
and my heart the key
Tagged: Inner Compass, life, poetry, spirituality, Wanderer
So touching…I could actually feel this…beautiful. Namaste
I wrote this in high school, only to find the last for lines in the passed few years, while I still love to wander, it’s not so much searching for anything in particular, but to experience the journey as it comes. Blessings to you.