Longing for life.

I feel the earth as I breathe.

I see the sky and I want to fly.

I seek the loneliness of my favorite haunts.

I seek the longing in my favorite songs.

I see life in its beautiful and varied hues.

I see death in its calm and serene blues.

Moving my wheels on the highway to bliss,

the wind caresses my face like a soft kiss.

The road is a familiar ride like a long lost friend,

takes me to the places that I lost around the bend.

I sat and looked at the flowers as they blossomed.

I saw many sunsets and changing colors in the sky.

I followed the streams on their way to the rivers.

I felt the wind and sailed the slow spiral to its high.

I followed my wild dreams to the zenith of the horizons.

I stood alone at the summit with strange longing and a sigh.

I was longing for life... yes just longing for life...