Walking through
images of the mind
treading the pathways
of a dream
spinning in the world
created
by a moving thought
resulting from
a burning of fingers of the heart,
continues the wanderer.
Once journeying begins
it can never end . . .
intoxication has set in.
(c) June Perkins
From Shadow Puppets, p.8 This poem was written in my youth.
Ripple Poetry 
And ” the seed of this journey is patience”.
Yes, it is Carol.
simple and nice poem
Thanks San_jeet. Sometimes simplicity speaks strongly.
Reblogged this on Pearlz Dreaming and commented:
Sharing an old chapbook of mine over on my ripple poetry blog.