A Poem to Wanderlust

I wake and the wanderlust crusts upon me.
Like the first frost on a window, like limerence on a lonely soul.
Like heart's compass remembering North after so long spinning aimless it had been forgotten.
Like thunder at the very beginning of a rainstorm.
Like bubbles breaking the surface of an underground lake.
Words of yearning surface in my mind like clues to a cipher, like a god's whisper.
"The Body Needs to Travel".

 

 The Body Needs to Travel is an album by Ian Tamblyn that I listened to in my childhood.