Wandering
By Muse Gong
I wander around,
wandering in the deep mountains and forests,
wandering in bustling cities,
as a wandering minstrel drifting around the world with my lute from airports to piers.
I want to be a poet who sets sail from Bohemia,
goes crazy from clouds to fog like Don Quixote,
wanders on his own easel like Van Gogh, paints sunflowers.
like Schubert, when the early morning sunlight of Vienna penetrates the pine forest and scatters on the verdant grass,
composing a serenade in the relaxed and pleasant air.
I want to play the Italian Naples sixth chord on a boat in Venice,
and return to Sorrento to sing to Santa Lucia to showcase my talent.
I want to cross the Cape of Good Hope in Africa and seamlessly blend the Atlantic and Indian oceans with my singing.
I want to break free from the physical world and enter another spiritual dimension,
where there is no time, no space,
only poetry of freedom.
Suddenly, Muse came to visit and brought me a delicious wine,
saying, \'I know you\'re looking for me everywhere.\'.
I have finally returned to the harbor of everyone\'s hearts:
“My Poetic Side”,
where we, poets, drink freely, and wander with the Muse of Poetry.