Wanderlust
The building looms above the traveler,
And trekking through, ‘tis darker than should be.
All sizes, colors, and ages wait here as a lure.
More united here than ever in the outside world.
Tonight, we’ll hold hands,
And await the midnight wanderer.
Side by side we’ll guard our lands
While what’s inside yearns to break free.
Too much time has passed for her to lurk,
So she pulls out the card we know.
The wanderer’s touch we will not shirk,
And she’s not the first to come this far.
The traveler creeps through the children’s room,
And her gaze darts along the wall.
The young ones and their sweet perfume,
Then also watch the pictures she drew long ago.
Her fingers trail across our spines,
And we shiver with her in delight.
She pulls us gently from our lines,
And in the aisle, opens to page one.
All her life she’s traveled far,
Yet tonight she’ll travel a thousand miles
Without plane or bus or car.
Just the Fellowship of the Ring,
Will take her where she needs to go.
For there’s a saying writ in gold across the world:
"Not all who wander are lost."
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