gone waundering and so i go,
out in the outback’s of my mind,
far from the shore’s of hominal demesne….
—-gone waundering where the paths of other’s have not trod,
while the winds of government’s blow past my head,
i catch the currents of ancient’s past,
and watch as these gladly welcome me back….
—-gone waundering with a golden field of dreams,
when to my awakened surprise i saw the reality,
how dreams are all that one can truly possess,
and imagination is the fuel that lights my fire….
——gone waundering with the likes of john donne,
“Love built on beauty,
soon as beauty,
—-yes gone waundering,
gone waundering as a how to gather of my-self,
and if and when i shall re-turn,
i shall re-tain the quenching fire that burns within my bowels….
Quote from John Donne; ”Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.” comes from “Elegy II: The Anagram”
”....i waunder, and so i go back before my beginning, where therein is written all my code, for what shall yet come forth in beauties of ‘wood art’....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/