Traveling

We visited a good friend of us today in Germany.
Everytime when we are together, we talk about some good days and the holidays we had.  Like us she loves traveling a lot.

We came home very late this evening and I still like to post for the blogchallenge and so I will post a poem which I made one day before 9/11  2001 and the Trade Center in New York was attackt and thousends of people killed. It is about Traveling.

Traveling around the world

Music touches my heart

Like waterdrops passing by

that calling sound.

It seems it never stops

no matter what age I am

Waiting for wonders in

a different land.

What do I want to see?

Nervous heart beat

Like drums far away

Getting louder every day

I‘v got to go my way

Following the sounds

 of traveling

Inspired by the music

of all differend kind

It does not matter where I go

I know, it will always be there.

Dreams of freedom 

dreams of love

nomore sorrow

Flying: here I go

higher and higher

music puls me up there

Almost afraid, where do I go

I slowly come down to the earth

My own wings closing till

I feel the save ground

of my own home town

Hope it will always be there

J.B.Lange