The Wanderer // by Shannon (July 2015)

I am a lost wanderer,
A soul slated to roam.
I float around aimlessly,
Never holding on too long.
An empty whisper.
A midnight dream.
I cannot remember,
If my world is unseen.
Yet you offer me comfort,
A place to take rest.
A home for the homeless,
Simple and silent.
All that I needed.
A daydream in a glance,
A shooting star in clutch,
You've kept this floating balloon,
From sailing away too much.