Voyageur

So intelligente…

the explosion of recognition within is nearly unbearable,

So gentil, so passionné…

… so easily distracted.

…even still my mind flies among the galaxies, still my body burns…

And so I wait, whiling away the seasons, distracted in my work,

…feeling the unstoppable seeds of change growing within me,

I bless the earth, I count the stars,

I dream… over endless miles,

waiting for the Frenchman to return.