No one will ever know
about the everlasting love
i hold in my heart for
the times i'm out
under the desert sky,
or camping within the trees
of the mountains sublime.
And the heaviness of my
aching heart when fate
decrees for awhile,
we must part.
When we get back
together again,
each silent night
alone with them
is Heaven supreme.
Under the stars
and candle light,
in my tent,
as i rest up and repent
of the life i have spent
in the city's tight,
noisy streets and
stifling air.
No noisy city
to betray or
spoil my rest.
Even when i receive
natures hint of a storm,
i merely fasten the
tent down and really
snore throughout
the night and
worry no more.
That's the kind
of life for me.
This work by mysticdave is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
No deeper sleep than there is in the solitude of the wilderness... thanks Dave
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I can identify. I love camping, but I'm not ready to give cities up forever; not just yet.
ReplyDeleteSad Oh so sad...but vivid and well expressed
ReplyDeleteYes, there is no sweeter companion than nature, no dearer friend than solitude.
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