Travel On Poem by Stan Rodriguez

I have the time and mind
to wait for you to come back home
and make your decision to travel on or stay.

Climb mountain tops and view the world
from where creation first bloomed
and flutter off to some great forest
to watch the eagles' sore and play.

No need to rush this way or that
we have an eternity to make it work.

Just need the will—some great desire
to concentrate—on where we'll go
and travel on—together
our love—companionship-awake.