Here's another sonnet: 'destinations and desires'

I offer another sonnet for thought and consideration.


destinations and desires 

I've been so many places, in my years,
alone, that this seems normal now; though still,
I would have liked to share some joyful tears
of awe, and talk about the stunning thrill
of merely seeing splendor, rather than
replaying it within my single mind --
and so I also wish, that as a man
in such a splendid setting I could find
the joy of sensuality, to be
exhilarated and enthralled, enhanced
by nature's wonders and their certainty
by which we know that we have been romanced
and overwhelmed, astonished by the place
that we inhabit, in ourselves and space.