The Drifter

a creation poem about nature and the nature of god and goddess

The Drifter

A Sophia Poeme

 

A drifter, a sailor

A cabinet maker, a dog, a bite and a flea

I’ve wandered forever through great and dark lands

But I always come home to the sea.

 

I live in great forests amongst all the birds

I flower and blossom in spring

I’m deep in the earth and high in the clouds

in the trees I love to sing.

 

I’m granite, I’m flint, I’m green flowing streams

I flutter in fields and fall meadows,

I climb all great mountains, I whisper to clouds

I marvel at nature’s great treasures.

 

The breeze hears my words, then carries them forth

with guidance from Angels and Stars,

in the Wee hours of morning, The Moon feels your wishes

and carries them back from afar.

 

My creator-fine essence whirls around and around

it makes you feel blissful and 'high'

it's bountiful, beautiful, perfect and free

available in the wink of an eye.

 

Butterfly, flutter by, come from cocoon

I'm off to the mountains, have a nice afternoon.

 

Love Sophia.

Author's Note

enjoy everylast word, creation and nature and god are sacred

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm a story-writer who enjoys an occasional poem, and this one hits all the right notes for me. Being an ex-sailor with a heart for adventure, I embraced the words.