Soon

In the concrete jungle

Where sky scrapers block the sun

Where blue skies are but patches

In a world of grey stone

My soul thirsts and hungers

For green trees and birdsong

For running waters

That flow over rocks and stones

Here in this city

I feel small and alone

Memory brings me back

To oceans deep and wild

To the towering mountains

And emerald valleys lush and kind

Soon, I whisper

Soon I will be there

Where rivers rush to meet their mother

And waves crash on the shore

Soon, I promise myself

Envisioning sand between my toes

Where no cement unbending

Cause my soles to hurt

My soul too, hurts

But soon this will be

Just another memory

Of my travels through this life

Soon