As the echoes fill the page of a finished chapter a new one opens from the open window you turn to a blank.
Page of parchment o diary you think and listen across yonder horizon something stirs and blows a hurricane a torrent of your curiosity peaks a ancient wind blows the words across the miles.
As two gusts of wind align from aeons past to the one to be the one ye heart yearns for a new journey blooms as you hear slightly a whisper of “ ahh” of what is to be into your mind their siren song serenades for you then as the inked muse you are start jutting down more in curious tangents.
©️JimWanderer/Lonewandererpoetry