She chases the messenger
in a sky full of stars,
explores forests
just like the one
etched on her heart
Kismet chaos stains
her curious lips,
and wild dreams linger
on her fingertips
as faraway places
softly call out her name,
whispering of
a sweet madness
that can’t be tamed
She’s hellbent on knowing,
her eyes brightly glowing
while a wondering wanderlust
screams through her veins
She’s lost in the call
of this burning fernweh
Breath of Words© 4/23/17
photo: Federico Bebber