The Journey
Italian Angel Poeta
I get notes on napkins
Keepsake matchbooks
From faraway places
I only see through his eyes
But, I want to be the journey
I want to be the journey
That calls him
I want to be the reason he returns home
Let me be the journal he writes in
That historical site, that famous landmark
So amazing he will never forget
I want to be the mic
That echoes his voice
Let me be the coffeehouse poem
That silences the room
I want to be the city
The town, the village
Let me be the place
He hangs his hat
I get notes on napkins
Keepsake matchbooks
From famous places
Each site recorded for snapshots
That live in my mind
I want to be the journey
I want to be the dream
He longs to find… ~
D.Jenkins~2005
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