Seeking Romanticist
I stand among the tall gums
their trunks hide me unreal
in between the whispers of faith
and wishes that seal the deal
Above me their branches
form reaching arms, holding hands
protecting me from falling
rain and unwritten divine plans
With widest eyes, I search the lines
that were drawn here, maps from God
and then quietly repeat my steps
treading again on feet untrod
By J. E. Netten
10:21-10:24pm 15/8/11
