Wanderlust

Sweet memories of those getaway days, have begun to fade,
Memories of me playing under the mulberry shade,
With the feeling of the wind in my face,
How I miss those intimate escapes,

I’m packing my bags and I’m off tonight,
Pasqueflowers in disguise, I’m well out of sight,
A receding dot on the horizon, by noon,
I’ll be on the bright side of the moon