NeverLand.

When you tell me what you saw

I see it with your eyes

And sometimes I see more.

I journey into the unknown,

I journey into the memorable

I stop at the pages you’d skip

Pages of no consequences or characters

But pages of languid settings

The bustle at the busy ports

The onset of journeys to be

Journey into the tomorrow

Journey into the old

Journeys into Journeys

I visit the ones retold.

When I see your pictures

You are not the subject

Waking up in an inn

Has a new meaning

Postcards are love letters

I smell them gingerly

I lap up your stories

Mesmerized; greedily

And in the quietude

When you think I’m here

Sitting with a coffee

Swathed in the mundane

I’m slowly drifting

Or running wild

I’m wandering;

Answering; to my calling.

This passion is too strong

This hunger never dies

You fan it and it blows

I am a traveler in disguise.